i’m going to bed.
IT IS MARCH EIGHTH AND IT IS FORTY FUCKING NINE DEGREES OUT RIGHT NOW, IN CENTRAL FLORIDA, THIS IS THE MOST GODDAMN UNACCEPTABLE STEAMING PILE OF BULLSHIT I HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED
alrighty im leaving now
probably shouldn’t post things asking for opinions at fuck all in the morning
y’all what sounds better as a title for a fic
the saddest part about the paper chase breaking up is that their last album was meant to be a part one of two
A modern Merida.
She looks SO AWESOME :D
i didn’t know i found the word “queers” so dehumanizing but apparently i do