It was colder than the Devil’s heart, raining ice pitchforks as if the Heavens were ready to fall.
It was colder than the Devil’s heart, raining ice pitchforks as if the Heavens were ready to fall.
the masculine urge to die
yeah I had that too until I started hormones
Reminds me of things I experienced
What a delightful title you’ve chosen.
A+ would meme again
FRONT TOWARDS ENEMY?
My womanly urge to kiss my lover goodbye and run after the train until I fall off the platform and break my neck.
“At least… I got… to say… goodbye, 🪦”
My ghostly urge to haunt you in order to tell you that I was just a clutz and no one else needs to die but I’m a ghost so I can’t communicate that to you and instead you go on to wrongfully avenge my death while my presence gives you chronic pneumonia and paranoia.
Ps, sorry about that. I didn’t know ghost essence was like black mold, mate. My bad.
My desert dweller urge to nearly fall on my face recover and then get sent sliding into the sunset by a gust of wind at a place like this.
This has actually happened to me once in a very scenic location, the other time was in a 711 parking lot where I rammed into the back of my Jeep Cherokee.