“Bring back the seven wonders of the world so I can eat them,” you say, mouth awash with your Chewing Juices. Yes. The mists of time gather around your table and you are swirlen backwards through the great bumping clock of Happening. The seven wonders were the best. They were big, and there were the most of them, so much. There were as many of them as there were the moon, which is plenty. Long time ago they were big and bulging everywhere, then they were lists, and soon they will fill the inside of your mouth for eating. Let’s go back in time to eat the seven wonders of the world.
I don't have the urge to eat cute things, but this is really speaking to my HRT-fueled hunger. Feeling seen for a completely different reason lol
Ah, the fever dreams of low blood sugar! And time travel? Yes! And time travel.
I have that thing where you want to eat cute/appealing things and this is essentially the apotheosis of that entire urge and I feel EXTREMELY SEEN