my headphones have reached that stage where you have to hold them off the empire state building at a 39.5 degree angle and chant an african prayer for both sides to work
Although most of us try to fight it, our parents have an anagogic hold over us, the power to affect our thoughts and emotions the way that only they can. It’s a bond that changes over time, but doesn’t diminish, whether they are half a world away, or in other world entirely… It’s a power we never fully understand. We’re left only to wonder that when our time comes, what kind of hold will we have on our own children?
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