I am myself. That is not enough.
don’t stare at the moon too long or else you’ll remember that nothing in this stupid fucking world makes sense
I love how just when I think I’m finally starting to get my shit together and be a functional, adult human being, the universe flushes me down the toilet again, cackling madly as it says, “oh, you thought we were done with you? That’s hilarious. We’re sending you the equivalent of gigantic mutant sewer alligators this time.”