I want someone to be my stars and I want someone to be my night why can't I have what they have
alexander heir
as both a good omens and red dead enthusiast i feel robbed
the father the son the holy spirit
From flesh removed our chalk footfall
Tempers this holy ground
Where timeless spirits meet
'Round the heart of Pottsfield town
omg imagine being born and you are on a spaceship and everyone aboard is sooo so mad at you just because you burst out of some guy's chest to be born. like um sorry i've not been alive before i didn't even know that's not allowed please be nice to me um the spaceship floor is cold is no one going to knit me some little booties i am calling child protective services
^ me shocked that normal people don’t know ben drowned lore
imagine top surgery in the fallout universe
your options are like
a guy named sawbones jones living in a tent outside a radiation spill, claims he has performed the surgery once and that in general most of his patients survive
a robot named SURGBOT1778-C that hasn’t been turned on in 167 years at a medical research facility that had seventeen different scandals for inhumane treatment of staff and clients
I listened to Redeath by the Mechanisms and i dont understand what i am feeling but it sure is something and i want to feel it for the rest of my life
the mechanisms: you now have an emotional attachment to these space lesbians
me: ok
the mechanisms: do you promise to love them
me: yes of course
the mechanisms: THE LESBIANS ARE NOW IN MORTAL PERIL
me: 😭