She loved being in the hood, it was almost meditative. She had to focus and remind herself to stay calm, to maintain measured breathing because all she had were those two small nostril holes to work with
My ex said my feet were the most disgusting, putrid, vile, awful, stinky meat paddles of hellish torment he'd ever seen and that he'd prefer to rip his fingernails out and shelf them than ever be in the same country as them ever again :β( π₯Ίπ₯Ί