I’m stuck between wanting to be an adult, accomplishing a lot, and contributing a lot to society and lying on my floor, ignoring my responsibilities, and crying to sad songs alone in my room.
what if you scrolled past one of those posts that said “like if you love god, scroll down if you love satan” and then a day later you get a call and you pick up the phone and a gruff voice on the other end goes “i heard that you loved me and i just want to say that no one has ever loved me before” and then you guys go on a date and eventually get married and you become queen of hell.
time to go to bed
with Satan
(Source: quiescent-anhedonia)