my body is a temple but it's from one of those ancient sects of Christianity that evangelicals have never heard of and the walls are crusted with icons and relics and artwork you can't interpret and there's moss growing everywhere and it's been witnessing miracles for thousands of years and it would horrify most mainstream American Christians
my body is a temple but specifically, it's that church from disco elysium that you turn into a hardcore rave. also there's a crab man living in the rafters
A spirit, bones, blood etc. Sounds pretty haunted to me 🫠 👻 plus mine is rickety and makes a lot of noise when moving so most definitely not a temple and more along the lines of a haunted house 😉
my body wasn't made for january. my body was made for spring and fall and (maybe) summer. my body is beautiful and deserves to be adorned with loose fabric. my body was made for shoulders out and knees showing and hair everywhere and scrapes on my legs from climbing trees and to be covered in tattoos you can see! my body was made for slightly tanned and slightly burned skin. my body was made to be covered in mud and rainwater and seawater and sand. my beautiful body was NOT made for january. my body was not made for layers-weather. maybe your body was made for layers and fashion and sweaters but MY body was made for 80s running shorts and a tshirt i cut the sleeves off of. my body was made to walk around fully prepared to jump into any body of water i walk past at all times.
me, who has a weird reaction when i eat a lot of bread or potatoes, whose throat swells up a teensy bit when i eat grapefruit raw, who gets mad shits from lactose, mad burps from garlic, and throws up after consuming a shit ton of caffeine: "nope!"
My body is not a temple, my body is a pirate ship that is rapidly sinking, with torn down sails, all of the cannons pointing inwards, an actual cat as a captain and a sleep deprived crew made up entirely out of sentient bread slices.
I really want to wait til October for the new crystalised stuff but mmmmMMMM the spoilers that I probably won’t block are as tempting as cake is to Cole