whenever people talk about primal urges half the time they’re talking about something sexual, but it’s like, sometimes you just gotta climb a flight of stairs like that, you know? it’s like my body is telling me, “buddy, five thousand years ago everyone would have bolted up stairs on all fours. it’s okay, it’s natural.”
Primal is sneaking out to your kitchen in the dead if night as your head swivels around checking for danger while stuff snack into your arms and standing stone still in the shadows whenever you hear something
