You step outside, you risk your life. You take a drink of water, you risk your life. Nowadays you breath and you risk your life. Every moment now, you don’t have a choice. The only thing you can choose is what you’re risking it for.
It’s a self-preservation thing, and I need to take a step back for various personal/life reasons. My queue is still gonna be running but I won’t be able to check up on it very often if at all. I shall return properly, just when I’ve got a few things in order, whenever that may be.
v: look guys, fuck, okay I’m trying, the love of my life committed suicide, her mentally ill cousin blames and hates me and isn’t completely unjustified, I’m a fucking photographer that was blinded, some shady fucking shit is going on and some random chick just popped up at litteraly the worst possible time and is living in my girlfriends apartment let me LIVe