'cause everybody knows, death creeps in slow

miss when u were a kid and u could just walk up to someone and be like. let's be friends and they would be like ok

like when you were 8 and you would be at like a function or whatever and your parents would come and check in with you and you would say like yeah this is greg my best friend my pet dragon my lieutenant my squire my copilot my dearest companion my blood brother we met half an hour ago

there is no “gay people music” we arent a monolith and we all have different taste. except for that rasputin song.

reblog to give a strawberry to the person you reblogged this from

reblog to heal the person you reblogged this from

why is everything constantly overwhelming

new year, no me. *vanishes into thin air*