#the-mighty-tor

can I reblog this?

Dear future me

Please be better than me. Dear god I hope you’re happy and you end up finding friends and keeping your old ones and have luck in jobs and everything.

(on a more specific note I kinda also hope you’re like...married or thinking of getting married. No pressure. Just. ya know. Only a year from your year is when your mom had you, so like...clocks ticking.)

ME

YEA

the-mighty-tor replied to your post:driving alone more like time for some EXTREME...

Jukebox the Ghost is great for karaoke what are you talking about

coffee is your friend, friend

A small yelp followed by the sound of a falling bucket echoed down the hall. Sana looked up from the steaming pot on the stove in confusion.

"Aaliyah? What's wrong --" But before Sana could finish eir sentence the house rattled, sounding like a choked off scream. Sana rushed down the hall, leaving the food to burn. Aaliyah was standing in front of the clock's body, but her face was gone. Eyes, nose, and mouth all covered over and smoothed out into a blank, brown canvas. Sana could hardly form words as ey reached up to hold Aaliyah's cheeks in eir hands.