[driving]
my astigmatism shows me the light of angels in every street lamp and headlight.
*sees your red brake lights ahead of me* but the Devil remains nearby,
*starts to speed up* I am the Sword of God
*door in my house opens on its own*
me: fascinating. there must be quite a temperature differential between these two rooms to create that kind of pressure
the ghost haunting me: (slamming its head through the wall) i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you
twitter is undeniably getting worse every day and yet whenever someone announces they’re leaving i simply see that they are not a true sicko. staying is like being in the string quartet on the titanic but for some reason we’re playing hoobastank.
This is NOT what America is about. America is about *opens history book*
uh oh
*Frantically starts flipping though pages*
uh oh. oh no. no no no. uh oh