You think I'm not a goddess?
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn.
Existence. Well, what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.
R nrhh blf. R nrhh gsv dzb blf slow nb szmw.
sorry i’m late, professor. i’m disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis