They just don’t get it.
I sleep all the time not because I’m tired.
I sleep all the time because it’s like being dead; there’s no pain, no tears, no guilt.
Just darkness and unconsciousness.
It’s like being willingly dead, but without having to commit suicide.
There’s no blood.
You’re not hurting the people you love.
Sleep is the reaper keeping an eye on me while I’m still breathing; waiting for the moment to come.
One day, I will take a full bottle of the strongest pills, and go to sleep like any other day.
Sleep was the reaper keeping and eye on me while I was still alive.
But now, I’m not breathing anymore.
And the time has come for the reaper to finally take me to Death.
Same sex marriage is now legal in Britain
*whispers* real living people with real rights and real feelings that are infinitely more important than your fetishized fictional couple
On my tombstone please write “Not appreciating my puns when I was alive was a grave mistake”
BUT HE HAD 7 KIDS AND A WIFE TO FEED SO HE ENDED UP OWNING A GROCERY STORE AFTER SERVING IN WW2
TODAY MY DAD WAS CLEANING THE HOUSE AND FOUND SOME PENCIL DRAWINGS THAT MY GRANDPA DID AND ASKED IF I WANTED TO HAVE THEM AND I
CAN WE JUST LOOK AT THIS
MY BAD WEBCAM PICTURES DON’T EVEN DO THEM JUSTICE LIKE LOOK AT THESE
MY GRANDPA NEVER BECAME A FAMOUS ARTIST
BUT I WANT TO MAKE HIM KNOWN