why are you typing these words. even if you do not learn healthy habits or how to support yourself, the world will march onward and you should not be upset about the transience of your own existence
but what about
for what actions you may take may affect millions, they may even permanently alter the geochemical and evolutionary course of the planet...
when you feel alone?
but who are we to claim that the quarks of our bodies, the quarks of our homeworld, carry any sort of prioritized existence over the hydrogen core of a great sun?
a single tear rolls down my cheek as i sit in my room, the weak winter sun lighting my room with a soft grey light. i wish i could be sad but instead i feel
ALMOST nothing. almost.
it's a shitty art project, bro
i'm fucking three other people without protection without your consent