p.s. sweg sweg cause im sweggin on em
life has it’s peaks and its troughs. melded through experience, we fit into whatever new container presents itself like water does. but is it our experiences that dictate who we are, or is it we that dictate what our experiences will be? time is the only constant. we’re molecules under a microscope, and our thoughts and ideas are our diffusion. outlooks moving from person to person like dominos falling in precise order. but who’s to say what’s right and what’s wrong when perception dictates morality?