am i making you feel sick?

in the closet? nah man i’m in a coffin. i’m underground. yeah bro im being buried alive but it’s okay dude my heart is still beating. yeah man there is still time

why don’t you read a poem about the sunrise written 5 centuries ago and contemplate the fact that we have been writing about the same sun for centuries upon centuries and then maybe you’ll calm down

i used to not cry at all, now i'm crying about everything. it's called maturing :)

cosmetic surgery is yassifed taxidermy for alive things

whoever first decided that talking to yourself is weird was literally just a hater

some of y’all with printed copies of fanfiction are going to die someday and your books will end up at the secondhand book shop and someone is just going to innocently pick up blorbo/shitto enemies to lovers and when i think of it this way let’s keep printing fanfiction