BOOYAH. let the blogging begin.
dwayne “the rock” johnson shows up at my bed in the hospital, smiling somewhat awkwardly, trying to comfort me. after a long inhale, and a longer sigh, he walks directly up to me and gently holds my shoulder, whispering softly “wrestling isn’t real.” i flatline immediately
do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.