you ever think about how the universe is mostly empty space and we're all just. tiny specks of matter clinging to a rock hurtling through the void? and yet my brain chooses to spiral about whether i turned the stove off.
you ever think about how the universe is mostly empty space and we're all just. tiny specks of matter clinging to a rock hurtling through the void? and yet my brain chooses to spiral about whether i turned the stove off.