#and using those molotov recipies from pinterest

[voiceswithcircus]

bangs table

Are we all doomed to this fucking rock? Cursed to float through space, conscious enough to want more but not enough to seize it? There has to be more than this.

I want to feel happy.

I want to feel secure.

I want to feel loved and wanted everyday without fear of replacement, of not being good enough, of not having done enough.

I can't tell if it's the late stage capitalism or the episodic depression hitting again but someone throw me a fUCKING LINE that isn't another European waxing bullshit about how nothing matters