#call me mrs. beel because i have never been so in love with a fake person before oh my god

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

Damn it really do be sad boi hours, i looked at a bag of chips in walmart and started crying

a little blurb of me being depressed and beel below if you’re interested

Idk if this is weird or not, but I have this thing where I just like being held. Like, someone taller and broader than me giving me a hug makes my day. But I really like being held. 

SO

I think Beel would be totally down with that. If I just had a look on my face, he would know I needed some time alone with him and he would just pick me up and whisk me away.

I would never be cold again

And if i started crying for some reason (i’ll find one, watch me), he wouldn’t ask me not to or to stop, Beel would say that it was ok and that I could cry on him for as long as I needed. And while i’m crying my eyes out on his shoulder, he’d let me chill in his lap and play with my hair the whole time, handing me tissues, kissing my forehead, etc. Then afterward he wouldn’t judge me for eating/overeating/not eating at all and carry me around like the high-matinence little bitch I am. 

He wouldn’t judge me by my love handles, giant feet, or fat arms, the man literally wouldn’t even think about those things when he lifts you up to give you a big kiss and then carry you away for the daily cuddling session.

Every time he looks at you it’s like the first time he realized he liked you all over again. Like how he realized we were the prettiest thing in the world and he’d love nothing more than to hold us as close as possible for the rest of eternity.

#beelzebub #call me mrs. beel because i have nevEr been so in love with a fake person before oh my god #obey me