sleep with me so i can put my freezing feet on you and probably take all of the covers and use you as a pillow
Self. Harm. Is. Not. Art.
Suicide. Is. Not. Beautiful.
Depression. Is. Not. Pretty.
Anxiety. Is. Not. Cute.
So I just had the shit creeped out of me.
I’m not someone who believes in ghosts, but I was sitting in my room, alone and in the dark, and I heard the strings of my violin being softly plucked.
My violin is hanging on the wall several feet away.
So I gathered my courage, grabbed my phone, and used the camera light to investigate.
And found this.
A goddamn spider was playing my violin. Not even joking. The little shit.
I think I’d have preferred a ghost….