If you don’t think space is the tightest shit then you’re wrong
My body is a dead language and you pronounced every word perfectly
I love winter because I finally don’t feel a difference between the weather outside and the weather inside of me.
Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.
OH MY GOD
SCREAMS AND DIES
DOES A BACKFLIP
But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
“you don’t look depressed though”
oh yeah sorry i forgot to bring my literal dark cloud with me today