who am I?

is it a natural and innate part of humanity or is it some shit they made up in europe

dont talk to me or my clone or my shadow self or my reflection or my me ever again

i hope this email kills us both instantly

our idiotic ancestors used to believe stuff that's not true but luckily we've now figured out all the true things to believe in

who do you think i am? looking for recommendations

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

the first season of a show is kinda like a dead wife