What is happening?! (I was prompted to write this by Twitter. I'm held at gunpoint. Send help) Also, anyone else stare at the sky and think about how all of the stars we marvel at are dead? It reminds me of my dad. (RIP)

Used to be obsessed with Skulduggery Pleasant as a kid (I still am), and I vaguely remember Stephanie's reflection taking over her life then trying to kill her. Ever since then, I can't trust the chick in the mirror. She's planning something, I just know it.

Every time someone says, 'Like father, like daughter,' I’m reminded to check for a pulse.

Just had a conversation with my dead cat about existential dread. She told me to get a hobby. I told her to get a life. We’re not speaking anymore.

I stared at the universe, asking its cold, desolate gaze for answers on why we're here. It gripped me with its gnarled hands and whispered, "English or Spanish?"

I find it comforting that there's no black holes in my bedroom currently.

me: yeah i feel very normal about that fictional guy also me:

I once heard someone say that our stomach is soup and I can't stop thinking about it. That's the only thing making me eat healthier. I want to be good soup.

Love me in a way that will make the pain of losing you worth remembering.

I’m lying here, sick and sleepless, mourning a part of myself that’s missing, but I don’t know what it was—only that without it, I’m incomplete. Maybe it's not a part of myself. Either way, there's a loss I can’t define, yet I feel deep within my bones.