Nothing is permanent in a temporary life. That tattoo that you begged your mom to pay for is temporary. That scar on your knee from baseball is temporary. That smile that people claim is painted on your face is temporary. We’re all temporary figures in a temporary playground. We will get thrown around, and eventually, we will break. That’s what life is. Life isn’t meant to last forever. It’s meant to stay around long enough to tear apart its victims.
I’m just a dood tryna figure myself out. I write about shows, movies, the LGBTQ+ community, Pop Culture, and my original fiction work!!