I live life. I wake up and step into the cruel world and have a good time, but I reblog more than I share because I haven’t found a good balance between oversharing and expression. I imagine stories and scenarios with real people as the inspiration so they’re not as made up as you may presume. I’m obsessed. With human nature, choice, and chance. People rarely surprise me, but sometimes I pretend I haven’t been studying them with scientific eyes. I’m fascinated by how their nature decides their choices and love witnessing what they end up choosing when they’re blindsided by chance. It’s entertainment and extreme curiosity about where they’ll end up because that’s the real shocker. It’s not malicious because I don’t care about their success or failure, but it’s curiosity about mankind and how much of life is the man and how much of man is the environment. I live for inspiration and the game of life. I sing poorly, but sing anyway. And fail often, but try anyway. I love friendship more than love. And find love an inspiration for the short time I feel it. I don’t deny love is grand, but love is always reduced to friendship in the end. If you can’t be an amazing friend then you’re incapable of love and maybe a little undeserving so I strive to be an amazing friend before anything.
As a martyr submits to death, the masses ravage their body. What part of this divine flesh will be ripped to shreds, to be revered until the end of time? 🫀📿
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