Imagine if we lived in a world where you could see the exact date when everyone is going to die except for yourself
And then one day people start acting nice to you. Like, really nice.
I think it’s time for someone to confess their profound love for me okay remember my ask is always open
You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you.
And I’ve heard you said one time, that I never even fucking cross your mind. And I guess I’ll act like that’s fine, but you should know that you cross mine all the time.