You’re bleeding out, and the paramedics arrive, pat you on the shoulder, and say, in the gentlest voice they can muster, “I hope you feel better, sweetheart,” and then leave.
Tell me what fucking good that does.
…That’s a dangerous thing to say to someone
No, it’s alright. They’re right, anyway. This place isn’t supposed to be some kind of emotional dump for me anyways.
Night Vale’s Christmas tree. Assuming Santa risks flying over our little desert community~
can we just appreciate the freaking tentacles
MY DREAM CHRISTMAS TREE
COME TO ME
I am not comfortable with happiness anymore
so tonight my philosophy professor had these nasty bruises all over her arms and she stopped mid-lecture to say “sorry you guys have to look at my bruised-up body, my friend brought a stripper pole over for thanksgiving and that shit is not easy. tip your strippers. tip your strippers well” and then immediately kept talking about philosophy