i don't watch horror films ever, but sometimes i imagine there's the plot of one slipping insidious fingers into my life. a deep unexplained possession of my soul that whispers to me at night: buy yourself cats-eye glasses. and it feels like i can't help but listen.
don't leave me; right now you're the only thing that's keeping me from giving into it.
cats-eye glasses
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