☆ without love it cannot be seen ☆

do you ever wonder if your body is just a shell where you keep your soul or whatever and then get upset because you feel like your body is a terrible vessel what with its broken brain and stuff, or the crippling gender dysphoria you have to deal with all the time, and think that your real soul should have picked a better body because you're sure as hell that your soul doesn't deserve to have such a shitty vessel?

i want to be everywhere and nowhere at once, like a concept or a feeling, but what would i even be, to other people if i didn't have an existent body

this is the constant dilemma and i am pretty sure daily existential crises should not be a fucking thing