life is nothing but fragments and a big ol’ production. our species obsessed with categorizing, well fuck you, i shove myself in the darkness. actually i welcome it. its nothing to fear. fear is just an illusion. everything is an illusion. our souls are the best at playing deceit. one thing I’ve learned trapped inside this hellhole of a being, that not even your own self matters. challenge everything and screw authority sideways hard from behind. tomorrow will be the death of this body i have lived in for over two and a half decades.
love is nothing.
nothing is always there.
*also this contributes to the fact that its aproduction, posting it online for fuckall to see, TRITE.
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I hate this about categorizing as well 🙁