me whEn dOORs.

[CLICK.] [A door squeaks.] “Sorry, could you exit the room and knock this time?” “(an unfamiliar voice,) Oh it’s- it’s not... really that kind of door, Emma-“ “I’m sorry? Who are you?” “(another unfamiliar voice,) Don’t worry!” [Two sets of footsteps.] +

If anyone’s listening… Goodbye. I’m sorry, and… Good luck.

😛

We devote ourselves to something we barely understand, something we can never touch. We give it a name, and we give ourselves a name for doing so. All of it creates this connection. And that connection, that becomes the thing we can touch.

The Eye watches, and the Stranger conceals, but me… I lie, Archivist. I am the throat of delusion incarnate. They can’t hide you from me.

VAL. 😮

Neil.

NEILL L HATESS WOMEN TRYE

Funeral todaayyyy🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

😔

Oh shit its starttingg🥳🥳📸📸🤨🤨‼️‼️‼️

HOLL YY SHITT THEY FIGHTING????? 📸📸📸🥳🥳

Neil is a misogynist

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Ei-eight.

DIVERSITY WIN: The endless hallways of doors and doors and doors consuming your very mind and soul is gay!

it runs in the family,