on naya rivera, santana lopez, and being a (not so) straight up bitch

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I've been finding it very difficult to distill my feelings about Naya Rivera's devastating passing this week. The accidental nature of her death means there's no one to blame, nothing to be angry at beyond the random cruelty of life, and the fragility of human bodies. One minute we're here, the next, gone. That's the nature of these flesh prisons we're in.
I've been finding it very difficult to distill my feelings about Naya Rivera's devastating passing this week. The accidental nature of her death means there's no one to blame, nothing to be angry at beyond the random cruelty of life, and the fragility of human bodies. One minute we're here, the next, gone. That's the nature of these flesh prisons we're in.