it doesn’t make sense on why I stick around for things like this. same conversations I cannot get involved in
— Frank Ocean (via mysticel)
I always wonder where the fuck I belong.
I love being outside on my phone but it sucks because I get eaten up by bugs, fuck
"Why do you want this job?"
Because under capitalism I am forced to sell my labor in order to subsist.
I think about this a lot. How everyone is having a very unique earthly experience. Everything is just you and projections of your perception. Nothing really exists. We are all one, just having different trips