I got so sick of the cheesy Christmas playlist at work so I snuck in a version of All I Want For Christmas Is You where half way through the vocals change to Welcome To The Black Parade
Watching the customers slow down and squint in confusion is giving me life.
This is the song
Tea what the fuck I’m howling oh my god
I love you guys omf
Teacher: You can’t write an essay overnight.
Exam: You have one hour to write an essay.
anyone else feel like they missed the entire month of october. And the entire month of september. and the whole summer. and everything before that. anyone else passively floating through space and time. anyone else feeling like a member of the audience in a movie theater screening their own consciousness who’s just sitting back and eating snacks while everything plays out before them
Request: Hey could I get a fic where Anti comforts the reader after they have a severe panic attack over existential stuff. I need some sweet stuff to help me feel better. Thanks a bunch!
Warnings: anxiety attack, self-degrading thoughts
Genre: angst, fluff
The car was closing in on you.
After driving from work (where you were fired), you began to question your own self worth and work ethic. There was no way what your boss said was true. Budget cuts, he said, and you were expendable being the newest employee. It wasn’t fair—nothing was fair—and you cried the entire way home as your mind started cursing you for being so useless.
