All of you who say your girlfriends are like the sun you are wrong. My girlfriend is like the sun
when your mother casually tells you "all this heat is God's preparation to send all of humanity back to hell" at breakfast you know it's a point of no return
I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way
Through gritted teeth: my first draft is allowed to be awful. My first draft is allowed to be awful. My first draft is allowed to be awful.
quote from wuthering heights by emily brontë
fanart by coldprism
painting ?
Substance abuse tonight
I don't think we should plan, you know, Christmas. It's a ways away. One day at a time.
I need a girlfriend
winter has come!!!!! cozy blankets!!! warm tea!!!! my nose is freezing but that's ok!!!!
Baking a cake to deal with problems translates to absolute rock bottom