not a caller not a texter but a secret third thing

don’t contact me. ever

I really don't have much going on in my life, except the horrors, so when people ask me questions it feels like a test of some kind

every 5 minutes i go wow i NEED to kill myself and then i ignore it because i have things to do

"came back wrong" but it's from work

I feel like a dead animal on the side of the road

don’t worry about the ‘dies irae’ notes in my leitmotif i’m totally fine

Human bodies are so weird like the upper half consists of every single vital organ and the lower half is legs

functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I

i bet it feels good as fuck to be a piece of sourdough bread that gets dipped in olive oil with various seasoning & herbs