
my goal tonight is to get my drafts under 30 before I go to bed. will this happen? maybe..

my goal tonight is to get my drafts under 30 before I go to bed. will this happen? maybe..
reblog if you’d fuck a symbiote~
Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.
ship with me
you cowards
ship with me
you cowards
ship with me you cowards

i’m here lurking, but uhh…. ship with me you cowards.
Me: *stares into the abyss*
The Abyss: do ur fuckin drafts