It was a huge relief to me when I finally really got that there’s no such thing as a person. Or any way you wanna express “consistent character”. We’re all just the sum of everything that happened to us and then we got into our heads that there’s such a thing as a “true self” thanks to American sensibilities hammering hyperindividualism colored by belief in souls into us since we were kids.

Everybody is just a collection of mental situations in a trench coat. We just decided that the ones that don’t allow you to work 9-to-5 and suppress all your emotions are the wrong ones to have.

Wish i had the thighs for them!

Thank youuu

Everything looks so nice and soft