i got exited when i found one of those cool pens with the rubber that erases it on the back. in a good 120 years we’ll all be replaced. in a good 200 years we’ll be forgotten completely, unless we were famous. then it might take 300. point is nothing matters. but i guess that also makes everything matter, yk. earth is small but we’re way smaller.

would probably spend 5 minutes before the planet killed me, i’d just run. maybe walk. probably bump into something. maybe fall. maybe lie down. scream. hug the planet. anything is better than being stranded.

it’s crazy to think, those creatures, among literally trillions of other on billions of other planets, intelligent or not, are out there. living. existing. maybe thinking of us. thinking what carbon based life would be like, or what mammals would look like, or what oxygen tastes like. they’re just as interested and desperate to find alien life as we are, but the universe is just so, so, stupidly big that we may and probably will never find them, neither will they find us.

i’ll check it out, thanks for the suggestion

i get where youre coming from but you would be wrong. i think you’re underestimating just how cold and dark this planet is. it would be pretty much impossible simply landing on it, let-alone bringing the amount of people needed and resources including light and heat needed to build this underground city. great pitch though

i think i’m gonna try white noise because my stupid brain doesn’t wanna shut up about life and how meaningful yet meaningless it is because i actually have 2 tests tomorrow and need to get some sleep

i feel like time moves too slowly especially on our little blue dot. nearly 14 billion years to the universe’s name and we can’t handle a monday. what even is a monday? god it’s 4 am and i still haven’t slept because i keep talking to myself and i have two tests tomorrow