☆*:. → 💌

When you go, just don’t change the channel... I hope you won’t be long.

After all, I want to be wanted... Is that so wrong?

- What if he flies in at the last second, and shoots us with shrink rays from his eyes that makes us all teeny-tiny?

- HE CAN'T DO THAT!

- ...Are you sure?

I pushed it too far that last time... Why don't they see? To live as a beast would be the noblest thing. Even so lowly a creature as a stoat...

On a Sunday, riding my bike — I notice, I notice — different things that a look-a-like.

- You... You said I could trust you!! You said you were a GAMER!!!

- I Only Play Mobile Games

Every other day I’m wondering, "What’s a human being gotta be like? What’s a way to just be competent?" These sweet instincts ruin my life.

I want it to hurt. Bad. Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something. It means I am something, at least... pretty amazing to be something, at least...

She can feel it, actually. Like a small little thorn lodged in her side. It barely even stings, but it's there.

But maybe it's because it's her nature — to be watched and studied. To be paid attention to. To imagine eyes on her where there might not even be any.

Your current form leaves so much to be desired... weak, frail, also it fucking sucks.

Pushing through unknown jungles every day, she's a girl with a taste for the world.

DON'T CLOSE THE MENU
I MISS YOU
IT'S SO LONELY UP HERE
IT'S TOO BRIGHT IN HERE
DON'T LEAVE ME
PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME
DON'T PRESS THE BUTTON
I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE
I WANT TO GO HOME
I'M SORRY
PLEASE DON'T CLOSE THE MENU
I'M SORRY
JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES
I'M SORRY
PLEASE DON'T DO IT

Am I in fucking Iceland or something

Close your eyes, give me your hand. Darling, do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand?

hey frisk. its torrrrrieellll. i just baked 1000000 pies. do you want any? make sure to brush your teeth before crossing the street, frisk

I think my brain is rotting in places, I think my heart is ready to die.

My god is weird, my god is scared — my god paints a pretty picture.

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were young.

She’s so pretty in like a dying rodent kind of way

YOU BRING ME CLOSER TO GOD!

And it feels like the weight is too much to carry. I should quit, maybe go get married! Only time will tell...
And I wonder if I should've changed my accent, tried to make myself more attractive? Only time will tell...

You done gawking? We can start? Good.

(Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail?) I'm gonna have some fun!
(What do you consider fun?) Fun, natural fun!

Who's got little tadpole tootsies? Aww, he damaged my retina!

I think my brain is rotting in places, I think my heart is ready to die.

I saw the devil again, gave me deliverance. I saw my angel, and then I couldn't tell the difference.

It's complicated, this time I think it could be triangulated. It could be just what we need, so what you say we give it up and walk away? We're overrated anyway.

My god is weird, my god is scared — my god paints a pretty picture.

I want Slenderman to be my Frienderman! And we can take a road trip in his Slendervan!

WHAT AN EVENT!!! THE CONTESTANTS APPEAR TO BE KILLING ME!!!

Somewhere in the middle of the never-ending noise, there is a constant steady rhythm of a heart that beats.