I’m balling my eyes out. And I can’t stop. Everything is too much at the moment. I can’t stop crying cause I’m freaking in love. And I have to freaking move. And everything freakin sucks. Like screw you too life and people and people I thought were friends. It’s just hard to like life all the time. Like screw it.
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
I think so often we get into this awful spiral of thinking that God is so particular about giving orders for our lives and if we don’t follow them perfectly, we won’t be blessed. Ever. We think we will never have fun or get the dream job or marry the person we want to marry or live the life we’ve…
what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?
Woah woah wait
you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”
that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time