The thought of that made Weed feel little bugs all over his skin.

So now I remember: if a thought doesn't feel right, put it aside.

That left only one person to talk to, and the thought of it felt like someone driving nails into my chest.

It was important that the thoughts feel utterly solid and sincere.

After traveling a long distance, he got tired, felt thirsty and thought of taking rest.

Somehow that thought did not feel right to him.

The thought that came to him felt like a blast of cold air on exposed skin.

He didn't want to, couldn't be feeling these thoughts for Dia.

But her thoughts felt messed up, the world wouldn't stay upright.

I would never again know what his thoughts felt like.