I am mentally ill in many scary and heavy ways rn but by far the funniest and lightest way is the way I’m sexualizing the furnace
prithee, what of her fair cousin, the kiln ?
kilns are like hookups to me. super hot, very sexy, have weapons sometimes, fire things.
But the furnace is right underneath me when I sleep on the couch. The throaty roar of her turning about, never tiring, keeping me company through the long winter. That’s love right there.