Let me apologize in advance for being the stupidest person youve ever met and ruining all the things that will make us happy.

lewanda:

shout out to mr lucia for saying dr venuti has tentacles

Quickly and quitely life snuck up on the poor fellow. It came up behind him while he was sitting on a bench in the park eating a sandwich and smiling at the colors in the leaves. It reached around his throat and grabbed him by the hair. His eyes widened in terror as he felt a smooth blade slide into his back. His eyes darted frantically but no one stopped. On ocasionally some would watch the specticle but quickly grew sick and moved on. All alone, he watched his field of vision slowly slip away. And right before he died he felt the hands around his neck relax and the tension in his hair was released, he slowly laid down on the park bench and waited for his ever impending doom, scanning faces and hoping for a miracle. And right before it all ended, life walked around the bench and crouched down beside him. Quietly it looked him in the eyes and said “What are you so afraid of? Im here.” and with that, the man took one last breath in, smiled, and closed his eyes. Despite pain, despite fear, despite defeat, the man saw love. The next morning the man was found dead in his own bedroom with the blade still in his back. A note beside him read, “This was no suicide. This was no murder. This was the tradgedy of a man whom loved life far too imensely to stay away.” and just like that, he was forgetten. There was no one at the funerol, but the man smiled anyways, for he had died beside the only love he ever knew, life.