https://t.co/j3IN0rdjng
ok so it’ll probably be a week until I can open my commissions but uhhh I’m gonna pin this in case anyone feels generous and would like to send me anything (I did the math the chest binder I want will be $50 after tax and shipping so that’s my goal)
I trust slasher fans who are hopelessly, completely, head over heels for Bubba Sawyer with my entire heart and soul. Y’all are some of the loveliest folks ever. God bless.
pls shower tho
Okay, I hate to do this but I’m desperate. I have no money, my gas tank is almost empty, and I have a single box of crackers. If y’all can spare anything (literally anything), I would appreciate it. Or RT this if you can? Please? Thank you.
https://t.co/j3IN0rdjng
ok so it’ll probably be a week until I can open my commissions but uhhh I’m gonna pin this in case anyone feels generous and would like to send me anything (I did the math the chest binder I want will be $50 after tax and shipping so that’s my goal)
yall. My friend told me that
That if I wandered into Ambrose, I would terrify whichever Sinclair brother found me first. Especially if it was Lester 😭 no I don’t wanna scare em I just wanna be his friend!!! Pls!!!
As I get older, I start to think that maybe not everyone can taste colors or music and feel them on their skin the way they do their clothes. I don’t think it’s synesthesia exactly but maybe more of a byproduct of my extremely overactive imagination?
One of my guilty pleasure songs is Puppy Princess by Hot Freaks, because it’s just the sweetest cutest sounding song on my rotation at the moment. All the others are angsty and angry and sad and melancholic and bitter like dish soap
One of my favorite things in literature (mostly fanfic) is when character A gets hurt and the phrase “they cradled their injured arm to their chest” is used because it feels like such a universal experience to do that but I almost never see that phrase outside of fanfic
waiting for your favorite person to wake up is hell. like my thoughts are buzzing in my head like several confused bumblebees and I can’t text you them because what if that annoys her so i just let them sit until she’s awake but time zones exist and mess everything up : /
waiting for your favorite person to wake up is hell. like my thoughts are buzzing in my head like several confused bumblebees and I can’t text you them because what if that annoys her so i just let them sit until she’s awake but time zones exist and mess everything up : /
Their names remain on the deed to the house. It isn’t haunted, it’s owned by ghosts. When I die, I will come in fast and low. I will stick the landing. There will be no confusion. The dead will make room for me.