"We’re preparing you for the real world"
I don’t meant to alarm you but
the real world has calculators
Won’t you spare me over another year?
But what is this that I can’t see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
Who will have mercy on your soul?
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold,
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death
None can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell
My name is Death and the end is here.
Rob Benedict on what he would hoard in the apocalypse. (via rentherotter)
Stoya and James broke up.
She’s taking Pixel and Widjet back to NY with her.
He’s keeping Squeak and Sebastian.
My heart hurts.