jack london cold - So cold it’s like the devil is breathing on you. You can’t f

So cold it’s like the devil is breathing on you. You can’t feel your fingers, and your brain is trying to escape your head.

I tried to text my friend, but my fingers wouldn’t work. Jack London cold.

My brain was like, 'I’m done. I’m moving to Florida.' Jack London cold.

My toes felt like they were being tortured. Jack London cold.