typical creepy spooky internet story

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

line 1: Please forgive my scattered thoughts, I’m no writer, I just need someone to listen to what happened to me.

line 50: But as the moon shone in her eyes like a thousand matches lit by the personification of tenderness, I was stricken with the unavoidable realization that my meaningless, fleeting existence would soon become whole under her warm embrace.

(via sakimcgee)