How life really works.

That isn’t comforting.

“Comfort” is an illusory expectation. Life is. Deal with it. What the hell else are you going to do, besides die slowly?

Die slowly, far away from horrifying rope bridges?

Life is a terrifying rope bridge. No escaping it.

I’d rather walk foggy rope bridges than socialize.

The things in the fog are probably relieved to hear that.

Yeah they probably don’t get enough company out there. Perfect place for my shitty social skills, the uninitiated.

“Sure is windy today.” “Yeap.”

“Fog’s lookin thin tonight.” “Mmhm.”

“I’ll eat you if you fall off.” “S’ok. Do me a solid and delete my porn folder though.”


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