p a n d e m o n i u m

once again why did we let masquerade balls and handwritten letters and heart lockets and daggers strapped to thighs go out of fashion

christopher marlowe wrote plays 400 years ago and they went on to give me massive brain rot

being horny is so fucking stupid. if you horny you’re immediately a dumbass. that person could literally just be wearing a t shirt and the sight of their collarbone feels like you just snorted a line of coke. god fucking forbid they wear pants rolled over their ankles. you’re foaming at the mouth and crounched on the floor like a fucking animal. you catch the sight of (1) toned muscle? flatlined. dead.

me: *gets hit by a car* sorry

Choose kindness. Give what you can.

sorry cant hang out. too scared

i stress about stress before there’s even stress to stress about

This.

"Ur so chill" thanks i gave up

you wanna fight? alright let’s take this outside! the stars are so bright tonight. the moon looks so nice. hold my hand

Maybe my life wouldn’t be better if I had magic powers but I’d at least have different, sexier problems.

19th century books will kill off a main character in one sentence and then spend 3 pages describing a street

the winding pavement had an unearthly chill lurking about it. the cobblestones were crooked and placed at random intervals, weathered by thousands of footsteps and years past over them. water pooled in a nearby gutter. the steady drip from the pipe exchoed through the empty alley. hubert was fucking stabbed. the sidewalk was cracked and old 

i will hesitate bitch