SCORPIO: Do you like hot weather? For your sake, I hope you do. Don’t bother bringing a jacket—you won’t need it where you’re going.
What if the only difference between heaven and hell was choosing to help other people in need?
I can’t imagine waking up with so much pain
that it drives me to think of leaving.
“People stop inviting you places, and you are judged publicly for all of your private insecurities.”
Goodnight world, sorry about the mess. Something is clearly wrong with me.
It turns out heaven is a two-bedroom apartment off the corner of North 4th and Nottingham, your body the Garden of Eden reconstructed so many years after we bit that damn apple to its core.
Hellfire awaits. Hellfire awaits.
My grandfather on his deathbed said “they have no eyes.” Still give me chills…
Everyone knows that you go to hell based on how many fruit roll ups you eat over your lifetime.
“No. This is not Hell. It’s not Heaven either. This is the Black Farm.”