Intelligence isn't real. Locking in isn't real. Manifesting isn't real. Tryharding isn't real. Nobody has a divine feminine, or a love language, or a humoral temperament. Men aren't real. Women aren't real. The club is a projection. The world is not a hologram. There are no afterlives, sacred frequencies, or psychological archetypes. Your body is a temple but like, one of those Sumerian ones that was mainly for storing grain. Epicurus was right. Get it twisted and always be twisting it.
There's everyone I've ever known
"Pale Blue Dot", Carl Sagan || "John and the Earth", Matt Dahan || "17776", Jon Bois || "This Space Artist Changed the Way We See the Universe", Corinne Purtill || "Earthrise", William Anders
alma mater society? I-hardly-know-'er-society!
To add to the whole Mike's hard lemonade with cucumber lime gatorade (that's such a strange gatorade flavour by the way, who buys it?) saga, Canadian Nestea and Sprite literally tastes like nothing.
It's vaguely carbonated, and the nestea comes in every now and then but it's so faint it's what I imagine seeing the light in a near-death experience feels like. It's not so much of an indescribable taste, but the absence of one.
It is a drink going down my throat, but it's unrecognizable. It's just cold and unmistakably nice, but still mysterious
It's everything I could've wanted from a drink: a liquid that is cold, carbonated and bright.
and if yes pls respond/put in the tags with what you’re reading and whether or not you like it i need new books for the new year <3
Since some classes at my school don't let us use computers after exams I've started preparing for next round
I like my characters franco-belgian with the strangest haircut you've ever seen.
If I had a dime for every time I misplaced my phone, I could buy a new phone.