You'll never be going back home.

tiredfoxes:

I sat useless across the room in a wooden desk chair, folding and unfolding my hands in my lap and breathing through my mouth for fear of smelling things that didn’t yet permeate the air. You lay there in my line of vision sweating profusely under a floral hotel quilt. I watched your hands, or…

it’s so hard to explain to loved ones how scary this is for emetophobes.