me when my pops dies (im using humor to cope because any mention of him makes me have a mental breakdown and i literally cannot fathom that he isn't here anymore)
me when my pops dies (im using humor to cope because any mention of him makes me have a mental breakdown and i literally cannot fathom that he isn't here anymore)
amen! im only a man, howling at your face in the mooooon! hot damn! but no holy man. kneeling in the stained-glass toooommmmbbbb, as all hell breaks loose, as all hells always do, oh what the hell can i do, to have a little more heaven with you? hot damn! you're only part of my plan, cataclysmic! catechism! catch-22!!!! YOUR BODY, MY TEMPLE, BABAYYYYY! YOUR BODY, MY TEMPLE!
don't you hate it when you accidentally migrate to ao3 (help ive been kidnapped and am being forced to say nice things about other fanfiction platforms)
insomnia is so weird because, 4 hours ago if i wanted to sleep i would've. i would've fallen asleep. and now, at nearly 1 in the morning, even though my eyes won't stay open, the moment i move to sleep im wide awake. tell me why that is mate. blimey.