I live in one world, but exist in another. Where others see laughter and safety, i see decay and rubble. The people are dead, their monuments are turning to dust. There bodies are hanging from various places. Did they not stop and think about what and why they do? instead they just did, and so they were pulled into the meatgrinder once more. There are beings who will try to convince you that you should just do, that that which everyone else does is the way of life, and that the way of life is good because it has always been so. Yet it seems there are people this way of life cannot apply to, myself, i cannot be truly happy. Somedays, you can imagine, the last exhale of humanity, the day those who created this world have been waiting for. I want to hear it too. The nothingness, the end of all ends. I cannot comprehend what sadness it would invoke, the curiosity is nagging. Yet far more preferable it'd be if i had no obligations, no love, no hate, that i could sink away into the sea away from these noisy people and their endless lives upon lives for the sake of living. I am a slave to life, and those who love me. I am a prisoner and chained to my own heart.
I see a dead world with no more organic matter left, just rust and dry rot
>Transbiannigga nobody cares about your chaser that transitioned ass takes
>>45112178you need to be at least 18 years old to post here honniei know you are so dark, profound, and mysterious but maybe share this on your insta or tumblr next time
>>45112178being evil is fun and cool
