c.v.r.i.e

buzzing away, all night, dutifully checking machines and thumping gauges --- taking strange, tiny-label-bearing containers of fluids and mixing the contents. ,,, it almost makes her miss having three (robotic) arms.

/ im tired of pretending im smth im not !! myself, and all my muses, are fake switches 💔 i hardly feel the urge top anyone, like ever plz forgive me

...heya love.

i wanna kiss a gal.

ㅤ ㅤ perhaps a philosophical origin, then? another creature dies to sustain another— cycles. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ after a while, there’s a certain disconnect— like the life doesn’t matter, all it becomes is sustenance. ㅤ ㅤ