My nostalgia gets in my way fr fr
I sometimes become a little too aware of the fact that I am a sentient being on a planet in space somewhere trying desperately to attain some sort of real happiness or peace or whatever it is I want to achieve that week. We really are here, aren’t we? I get a little spooked in moments like that; I can’t think too deeply on them. But we in this bitch, and it’s really fuckin’ weird sometimes.




















