the way media we love reshapes the way we see things is crazy like what do you mean i won’t be able to look at botticelli’s ‘primavera’ the same ever again ?
u are so terrified of being cringe that u are living a muted version of ur own life even though one day ur rotting flesh will be feasted upon by worms just like everyone else’s. u are a sack of meat that has put itself in prison just so that other sacks of meat won’t laugh at u