My anxiety gets the best of me. I sit and enjoy life until my leg starts bouncing. My mind bounces around trying to fix a problem that isn’t real. I can no longer focus on the task at hand until I am at ease. But no longer do the things that once comforted me bring me joy like they used to
I would also like to end up on buzzfeed unsolved when I die @uselesssmolgay
i’m just saying, when i die in mysterious and unexplained circumstances i want you all to make sure that everybody knows it. instead of saying how i was “a friend to everyone” and that i “lit up a room” when i entered it i want people to shake their heads while muttering that i “asked too many questions for my own good” and talk about how they “warned me that i was getting in way over my head” and that i “always had a knack for finding trouble” wherever i went. if you don’t make me a local urban legend you’ve failed me.
Crowley, stomping a foot: I’m a grown ass celestial being I don’t have to explain ANYTHING
Aziraphale, turning back to his book: no sword then
Crowley: fine Adam and Pepper want s’mores but I don’t want to ruin the lawn with a fire pit so we were just gonna cook it on the sword
Aziraphale: ....no
Crowley, who has already stolen said sword which is now coated in burnt marshmallow chunks:you know how you said that one time that it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission
Aziraphale: That was about God and forgive—oh for gods sake Crowley