est. 2011

Not OTP nor NOTP but a magical third thing: I’m indifferent to your ship but your fanart fucking slaps

ahaha you sly dog! you bastard! [getting a little too comfortable] you wretched fucking animal

tumblr is like an abandoned space station & you all are the thing in the vents

not me though. im girl with tanktop

The devil is 5'2 and hes got me held hostage in a recording studio

READER BEWEADER YOU’RE IN FOR A SCEADER

New bruno mars song called I'll kill you

*walks into an antique store* i’d like to see your most evil items, please

u guys omfg can we try feminism again. can we breathe life back into feminism's wounded and perishing body like OMFG she's dying...

Didn't realize they made emergency thermal blankets for babies

i think the crux of human misery stems from the fact that our skeleton just wants to sit around and accumulate dust in an ancient barrow (that is the innate imperative of all skeletal remains in-case you didn’t know) but our meat has its own agenda which creates this fundamental conflict of interests