|ahh like the best two characters <3|
I am sick of this narcissism that has taken over our generation. I don't need another excuse to think/talk about myself, which is what a blog is? basically?
Sometimes I feel separate from myself, watching over. It's strange. Dreams are the same way, observing a scene, observing myself. I want to cover all the mirrors, delete my instagram, any means of actively looking at myself. 'selfies' are a strange concept. Why do we take pictures of ourselves? I'm not particularly against it, but it's not good for me. me me me.
Tricky is an entity, a necessity. Found this song in trying to make a mixtape of his music:
End of the year and it is busy busy busy. Where did the time go?