be my white aeroplane against sapphire fields
ill be wet deaths of flies against cracked glass windshields
ill be fine.
be my white aeroplane against sapphire fields
ill be wet deaths of flies against cracked glass windshields
ill be fine.
Voltaire on his deathbed, when asked to renounce Satan:
“Not now, my good man. Now is not the time to be making enemies.”
“I am a very short person.
I have very high ceilings. Four of my lightbulbs have burnt out, and I can’t reach high enough to change them. Not even with the highest chair that I have. Slowly through time, my apartment is becoming darker and darker. Eventually, I will have no light, and will have to sit forever alone in the dark.” rofl