(via aworldofpretty)

I’m trying to just get past the whole “death” thing. 

On the one hand, I died. On the other hand, here I am.

I suppose it’s better than being made to watch yet more Star Trek with Samuel.

Although I find that more entertaining these days.

I just wish Constance would stop looking at me like that. And I wish T’ock would stop running away when I come near him.

I’m sorry I upset you, though. That was never my intention.