I actually can't stop thinking about how the losing party last election dressed like vikings and tried to break into the white house and the losing party this election are sharing suicide prevention hotlines
listening to soon you'll get better by taylor swift and remembering how my great aunt said she liked the doctors on the icu, and how she talked about how the nurses were great, and how i used to wait till it got dark in my room to pray for a god i don't believe in, and how i was there with her in all times they allowed bc her fell out was sudden and my whole family was out of town except for me, and how she kept quiet until i came in to visit cause she was saving the little air she had to talk to me, and how in one of those quiet whispered conversations her words cut through my soul cause even the short breath couldn't keep her from wanting to comfort me by saying "it has been such a pleasure to help raise you", and how she did not know those words would never stop resonating within me, and how i did not know that would be our last conversation
Don’t make him so pretty when you want to let him die.