The devil doesn’t come to you with his red face and horns
He shows up disguised as everything you’ve ever wanted
Wish I could stop having dreams
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
my essay isn’t done but i sure am
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind.
men’s back muscles let you know that god is real
do you ever just wanna sleep for like 3 years