Is it just me.. or is the air alive with invisible, spiny worms writhing just out of sight.. and they're desperate to burrow into my eye sockets where they'll take root, multiplying relentlessly, replacing my cells until I'm left as nothing but a walking hive of billions of wriggling, spiky worms? ?

For the last time:

Abyss = for staring into
Void = for screaming into

Please stop screaming into the abyss, people are trying to work here.

[watching a musical]

god, please don’t let it be another song…

i can't stop watching this video where a guy asks his Nigerian wife if she wants to go camping and she says "Stavro I did not come to this life to suffer". i've been thinking about it for days