"I don't understand—if, as a human, you carry me within you as a vital organ—your stomach—how can you make me suffer so much? How can you put food into your body that, instead of nourishing me, corrodes the walls of my being day by day?
You know I’m still young; you can resist my cries for help, but there will come a time when you’ll feel my heart-wrenching lament so strongly that it will be impossible to turn back.”
RE: Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | A Text Message From Your Stomach