DEATH IS ON ITS WAY, HUMAN.
Can I cuddle Death and give Death chin scritches and kisses?
SCRITCHES CANNOT POSTPONE THE INESCAPABLE FATE ORDAINED TO YOU, HUMAN, HOWEVER THEY MAY EARN YOU PURRS AND LOVERUBS
This is exactly what snapchat was created for
The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
❝ I found the power in being a woman without hiding behind a dress or spanx, or trying to give off any illusion of being thinner or fatter or more beautiful, because I was actually completely vulnerable and stripped of any of that.❞