Time does not mean anything to me.
I don’t give a FUCK if it’s uncustomary to eat my breakfast at 3 PM or my dinner at 2:30 AM.
I eat when I’m hungry because I am less a product of culture than I am a fucking animal.
And I will work into the wee nilly hours of the night to get my work done. I shall do whatever it takes because reality cannot be constrained by your subjective rules that are not grounded in the physical laws of our Earth.
I don’t give a FUCK if it’s “late” and I “should go to bed.” I will see it through to its end.
I don’t give a FUCK that it’s been two years and I am still crying over Nick’s death.
Grieving is a natural process and organisms store their own memories; they are embedded into their identities so now fuck you.






