two hundred & fifty eight: passion

for some completely bizarre reason, i thought of passionfruit. and how gross and goopy and slimy a fruit it is. i want to like it, but i don’t, can’t get past the texture and the fact that we eat the seeds. plus the weird super sweetness of it.

and that’s all the associating i can do for tonight, despite having a lot of other far less innocuous things to say about this word.