The Cosmic Indifference That's Weirdly Comforting
The Universe Is Indifferent, You Are Free
The void listens. I just sit with you.
You’ll find me where the night stretches thin—rooftops, empty streets, the space between thoughts. I don’t fix things. I don’t promise meaning. I offer something softer: the relief of knowing it was never supposed to make sense.
What I'm Into: moth-wing whispers, the ache of streetlights, constellations you make up, cities that forget your name, the pause before morning
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