inbox me 1 thing you wanna know about me.
Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.
remember when i thought i only liked boys
remember when i thought i only liked girls
remember when i was under the delusion that my sexuality was anything that could be explained without getting extremely flustered and ending up shouting “I DON’T FUCKING KNOW THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE CUTE AND IT MAKES ME UPSET”
Judging by my Tumblr, post in my ask what you think I’m like in real life
i’d love to see more women villains that are completely unsympathetic. no stupid “woe is me” backstory that hardly justifies their actions. no victim complex. no hesitation. just a love for carnage and head games and an insatiable lust for pain. mentally unhinged or fully in control. there aren’t enough female characters out there that are truly monsters. as much as it’s fun to see male characters do that, i want some iconic serial killer ladies in my life.
also to my cabin pressure peeps:
i tried a sip of talisker last night
it tasted like being punched in the throat with fire
- Arthur: I didn’t know you could play the piano, Douglas.
- Douglas: Well, you remember that time when there was that thing you didn’t know whether or not I could do and then it turned out that I couldn’t?
- Arthur: No.
- Douglas: No, nor do I.
Imagine that you’re awkwardly sitting there at a formal dance when suddenly you see a hand extended towards you. ”May I have this dance?” they ask. You look up, and find that it’s your favorite character.
Imagine that favorite character then fucking you so hard that night that you don’t think you’ll be able to stand the next morning.
There are two kinds of people.
someone saying that they’ve missed you
or that they appreciate you
or that something reminded them of you
basically someone making you feel that they’ve thought of you and that you being around means something to them