Alien writing

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw

When a person enters the afterlife they must ask the Grim Reaper one question with a legitimate answer, whether they answer correctly or not determines whether you go to Heaven or Hell. Scholars and scientists have tried to outsmart them but failed, however your question has them panicking.

"How're you doing, princess?" You ask, being the parent of Death itself.

There's nothing more relaxing on Earth than a cup of ones favorite mix of dried leaves in hot water, a good motion picture on the large, portable communication device, and condensation from the sky.

Aliens aren’t surprised when most of humanity is considered a ‘level 1 threat’, the lowest possible. although they are shocked when they scan a singular human and find that they are a ‘level 10 threat’, the highest there is.

Old mirrors were made with layer of silver. You, a vampire, spent centuries without seeing your reflection. Today, package with your first non-silver backed mirror arived.

“What the fresh fuck is that?” I ask, as I’m staring into eyes as green as the darkest forest. I knew how to dress comfortably, and I’d previously seen my luscious locks in my hands, but THIS was something completely different. This was magical, stunning, wondrous. This was me.