Sleep?

I hate when people ask me how I’m doin  I’m fuckin terrible thanks for reminding me.

are you a messy hair bi or a dark circles bi?

give me a plot based on the mist where a strange & thick fog rolls into town, killing anyone who dares to enter it. our muses ( regardless of their connection ) end up getting stuck in a house together. there’s food, water, beds .. and so they decide to stay. and all is well until they start to run out of what they need to survive. will they decide to stay?? will they decide to pick one / both of them to go out???

“I learnt a secret. There is no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow…. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That’s all… The rest is confetti.”

What I find most frustrating is when people don’t understand this! I don’t know if it’s a generation thing, but sometimes I’ll be talking and say “So I was like “are you fucking kidding me” and the person will look at me all horrified and say “you didn’t actually say that, did you?” I said LIKE heidi keep up jesus

vantablack doge

anish kapoor is banned from petting this dog

Death’s dog. He’s best boi

I might not be the coolest, smartest or prettiest but for sure I’m the sleepiest.

me, still in bed: i can’t wait to get back to bed