i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying
at least i have a bottle of good wine and breaking bad
fck this. the one day my friend stays over at his bf’s, my other roommate doesn’t show up and i’m left alone when i less want it. sad.