I love people yet they frustrate me. the world amazes me, yet frightens me.
I want adventure, but am cowardly about stepping outside. I hope for the worst and wish for the best.
I love my art yet can't stand it.
I don't even know sometimes what is better... the world or my mind.
i can’t stop imagining an AU where everything is the same except Bill has no “master plan” and is just a chaotic-neutral demon who does dubious things (like still invading Stan’s mind for Gideon, oops), but finds the twins amusing as hell and sticks around them long enough to actually start liking them. he prefers being their size, wearing anything Mabel makes for him (especially his sweater), forgetting about the thing called “personal space”, and stealing their clothes for nests
complete with weird demon habits and lack of social skills. at least his penchant for being a destructive mischievous shit kinda of works with 12 year olds