I always thought I loved Halloween because I got to look behind all those closed doors, but now I see that it’s because I was painted with something darker… that I was meant to see the dark, and through the dark… I’m not supposed to be here… but I am. I don’t know if I’m supposed to watch over them, or just haunt them. Either way, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having fun. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to be here… walking through a graveyard the day after Halloween, on a quiet and beautiful november morning… It’s not so bad… being dead like me.
always have to restrain myself when sending asks because I vaguely remember tumblr hating ellipses but I have a lot of poignant pauses in my heart……………..
heres my spicy new meta narrative video game where all the characters know theyre in a video game and to win you must email me the numbers on the front of your credit card and the three numbers on the back or else the pixels will talk about how much they hate you