your “aesthetic” wont save you when you’re facing the endless inferno of Hell
my aesthetic is the endless inferno of Hell
i dont understand how i can get so much joy from covering my pets with blankets and watching the lump move around
imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve toldImagine reading a book of all the lies that were told to you.
Imagine having braces during the apocalypse. no one can take your braces off. And you just have to accept that you’ll have braces forever.
i want a novel focused around a character with braces during the apocalypse and the entire plot of the story revolves around their search for an orthodontist who is still alive and they sort of accidentally save the world in the process
Titled: Brace for It.