Death is God’s way of saying you’re fired.
Suicide is humans way of saying you can’t fire me, I quit
Close your eyes before the train hits you, you feel calm, like you’re really dead.
i hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
Coming home on the bus tonight I had to bite my tongue while some leather jacket hipster spoke loudly to his friend about approaching beyond blue to run some sort of program in conjunction with them (all well and good so far I guess, except your tone sounds really arrogant) but then I just hear…