there's no real reason why i chose this word. other than it's a good word.

what i want to say here. i guess. is that there is no reason in life. it's all this meaningless jumble, that, in the end, makes perfect fucking sense.

i love the beauty in the lack of sense, the way coincidences make fate.

i love the sound of failure in the morning, followed by laughter.


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