Jun 2, 2017
It’s all fake, isn’t it? The way we parade around this planet in business suits, like it’s ours, like we actually matter in the slightest. The hours we spend on plasticine friendships and plasticine jobs. That’s why I want to die, I guess, if there had to be one specific reason. I’m so sick of committing to something that means so little.
Yo I actually wrote the second chapter to my book annihilate. If anyone wanted to have a look, I’d really appreciate it! Any and all feedback is more than welcome. (via fallsed)