I write, I reblog and I basically just waste my life obsessing over five guys who don't know I exist. That is all. Au revoir.
does anybody else legitimately worry about how they’re going to share a bed with their partner when they’re older? like buddy i need all the blankets to make a burrito and then i need to throw them off of me dramatically in the middle of the night and lie spread-eagled across the entire bed how is this going to work
|Brother:||I wonder what Satan looks like..|
|Me:||Well, first off his name is Lucifer and he's a fallen angel. According to the bible he was suppose to be super gorgeous.|
|Me:||Yeah. I guess you could say he was....|
|Me:||... fine as hell.|
YOU DON’T KNOW HOW BAD IT HURTS TO LOVE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER
REALLY LOVE THEM. YOU FEEL FOR THEM AND HOLD EMPATHY AND WANT TO MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER AND JUST WANT TO BE THERE FOR THEM
BUT YOU CAN’T BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT REAL
Do you need a hug?
YES I NEED A HUG I AM EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO FAKE PEOPLE