#space mo

Why? 

Oh, 'cause she's dead!

Hey Reylo Fam- I still exist, I am still out there, like the reylo loving cryptid that I be I’m still kicking. This summer life things got hella crazy (in a good way) and then in the fall with the start of the school year things got hella crazy (in like a screaming void of stress way) so I haven’t been able to be online.

I apologize for not giving rhyme or reason as to why I haven’t been on here, I didnt expect my summer to get so crazy that I’d disappear but LOW AND BEHOLD. I’m also sorry for the lack of content for those that come here looking for the hot reylo news and art. Slowly but surely (bc things are still a little crazy) I hope to come back bc I MISS MY REYLO FAM <3 

Love y’all lots and hope to see and hear from ya real soon, feel free to reach out and chat I love catching up and talking to new friends!

As an experiment, I walk around without my will to live. Nobody seems to notice. I complain about it. Nobody cares. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I suppose that’s what it feels like to have a detached observer. Not necessarily numb, but puzzling nonetheless. I have to say, though, I could get used to this.

Now I’m worried that I’m not disengaged enough. Sure sign, that worry. Relax into it. Okay, you’re good. Nothing matters. Just . . . interesting.

Now I’m beginning to think that this whole “self” thing is overrated. Another question arises. Why do I feel the need to tell you this? Am I feeding my ego by writing?

Sure seems that way. Oh, well.

More inner dialogue. “Just be, okay? Don’t expect answers.”

Got it. I’ll do what I want to do. Think what I want to think. I have absolutely no desire to be the center of a shit storm — someone else’s or my own. That’s just judgement talking. And who set the standards? Not me. That’s thousands of years of history. Brainwashing, that is.

So what’s the point?

Why does there need to be one?

“When you ain’t got nuthin’, you got nuthin’ to lose.”

Thanks, Janis.