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I hate when people say “I’m Spanish” like no that’s a language not a nationality

Hey what if the cycle of life, death and rebirth is like going in and out of the shower. Like at first you're hanging in the immaterial, knowing that you should go live a life eventually, better sooner than later, and you're just procrastinating like euuuugh I don't wanna goooo, but once you're in there, once you're alive, you're like no wait a minute now I remember, it's awesome in here, I want to be here forever, and once you've done everything you meant to do you still keep procrastinating for as long as possible because it's so nice in there and you don't want it to be over. But once you're out you're fine, it's the transition that sucks both ways every time.

at the edge of a universe, humming a tune

WORLD IS SNOW

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They call me the girl kisser because of the way I uhm. Uh. Well.

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?