if i had the power to control time i would probably just use it to sleep more
when i’m old i’m going to say “or as they said in my day “yolo swag””
The other one feeds on my hesitation; grows inside my trepidation and buries his claws in my dislocation. I whisper your name to lose control. I try to resist the gruesome kiss. I twist to deny the blood-hot bliss, but I always feel myself becoming him and the last thing I remember it isn’t me…
97% of my life consists of me standing uncomfortably wishing I was on the Internet
Why do people get upset when they have “bed hair” it’s like the cutest thing ever imagine someone waking up with sleepies still in their eyes and they’re super quiet and yawning and their head is a huge mess of tangles and spikes and awhhhh it sounds sO CUTE„„
I give up with this cast; they are ridiculous and wonderful.
I’ve never seen a group of people look so happy to be covered in blood.
