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Don't eat the cotton candy. It tastes like the first three months of a relationship—sweet, airy, dissolves on your tongue into nothing, and leaves you sticky and unsatisfied. erosland
Next is . This ride has no safety bar. You strap in next to someone you barely know. The track is invisible. One moment you’re climbing slowly, laughing at inside jokes. The next, you’re in a vertical drop of "we need to talk." The loop-de-loop is the infatuation phase—disorienting, nauseating, thrilling. You throw your hands up, not because you’re having fun, but because you’ve lost all control. Welcome to