the pendulum of male/female dynamics seems to be swinging in a dark direction recently. maybe give someone a flower tomorrow or hold the door open with a smile
when I’m walking all alone at night I feel like the world is mine up until I run into someone else, then it feels as though i took a wrong turn somewhere
dreams can be a second life, a virtual standee for physical self, the internet it’s own cardboard cutout. I crave a fourth option of hyperreality & I’m hungry for it rn
the term “casual sex” is an oxymoronic doublespeak delusion that has infiltrated public consciousness, a micro-deception being disguised & propagated through purposeful wording that many have internalized & sadly live by. sorry not sorry