Become a Fan
people are so overwhelmingly complicated. trust is impossible, when you’re sane, and guarded. you can never know what someone is thinking or feeling. all the billions of thoughts. if what they’re saying is the truth.
it’s like we have universes growing inside of us. those which you can never fully grasp; but you can catch glimpses of, if someone lets you. i need someone to exchange constellations with. who wants to collect as many of my stars as they can. i don’t need flesh, or earthly compensation. i need a home in space.