“Calavera for Skeletor,” by Sarah Frances Moran
Dec 20th, 2015 | By DefenestrationThat motherfucker He-man finally got to him.
Broke his spirit.
That motherfucker He-man finally got to him.
Broke his spirit.
You used to believe in things:
Santa Claus,
the Tooth Fairy,
love,
life after love,
little people who lived in your TV and waited for you to turn it on so they could entertain you.
You believed that somehow you had been born without your parents having sex
(because who wants to think about that?).