her dream of the sky swirling with clouds, planets and stars could only be described as vortexual, since it was clear that everything she was seeing would all shortly disappear into a single micro dot of ultimate density on the event horizon. she became aware of a vortexual sensation of sick in her stomach and knew immediately that everything, including herself, was spinning in exactly the same spiraling way, towards an inevitable centre.

when and how that would take place, she could not fathom, yet she could not deny how she felt. she felt vortexual, as if her very soul had a texture inextricably linked to the fabric of the universe.

Bro since I got dirtpilled on Tuesday I have made sooo many worm friends and made them soo many little houses to get married in. Me? Lonely? No you’re the lonely one u lawn owning freak