Those late fucking nights where you’re like, “If I kill myself, enough people love me now so nobody will give a real shit. They’d accept me completely leaving Earth.” Like, in a way where you love people (and respect and value and cherish, casually creating all of these moments in a snow globe of perfection, glorifying togetherness, no matter how rare) are available enough to let go. The memories. Enchantment spells that work afterlife; everlasting blood of zombie and offensive shit. Super heroes. Space Christ. Ape Jesus. Starlord. An emoji for emptiness. Everyone be unsatisfied.
You want this? My potato salad? It’s a walk in the park. Just get to the fucking park first:
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