lee /late twenties/she/her /libertarian warriorcat. I think that my loosey-goosey soul will go to Hell, where the Devil will torment me forever, but it won’t bother me because I roll with the punches. I believe maybe my mother will sometimes think of me and say, “My child is in Heaven,” and my terrible ghost will appear to her in the dark and say, “No. I am in Hell with the Devil, but I don’t care.”
That’s why it’s left up to the self-made freaks like me and the Conundrum to remind people. Remind people of what? Nature abhors normality. It can’t go very long without creating a mutant.
louis, mon cheri, share avec moi these airpods….. i have discovered a most captivating songstresse, a mademoiselle Carly Rae Jepsènne. écoute….. does not this saxophonne bewitch you? truly she is the donizetti of her time. and this next song, oooh my leuouis….. the poetry of this lyric….. before miss jepsènne’s beloved came into her life, she missed him so bad. it seems to me she sings of our invisible cord, non?
you finally confess your attraction to the hot priest and he’s like “oh darling, I thought you’d never ask” and proceeds to bite your neck and turn you into another catholic priest
