just lie down on the sidewalk with your tongue against the concrete till th whole world dissolves like an uncoated pill
i wanna know if op was okay when writing this
one day youll be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe and youll have to justify the space youve filled
what
bf: babe come over
me: i can’t, i’m having an existential crisis
bf: my parents aren’t home
me: are any of us really, truly….home?




