and you let me in there. 🧠

You don’t let me in here. ❤️

And that’s what love is.

What was all that? What was all that?

What was all that fucking good stuff, eh?

That was all just games, weren’t it?

Sad, silly wee games.

A test if you will. 

A test which you have sadly and miserably failed.

I need you to take a good, long, hard think

about what feelings actually are, OK?

Because, if you want me to fix your head, 

easy-peasy Japanesey,

but only you… 

only you can get in touch with your heart.

If you want a fucking,

if you want a shagging

and a riding, 

I’m your man.

However, I’ve got to inform you, 

My PMS depression:

Uncle Iroh:

If you see one of these, usually with a bit of cheese or peanut butter on top, and it is fully loaded:

This is not free food.

This is not free food.

This is not free food. This is a trap. If you try to get the cheese, the bar on top will swing down on top of you.

You.

Will.

Die.

Either from the bar crushing your spine instantly, or you suffocate to death. This is NOT free food. This is NOT FREE FOOD. Do not try to steal the cheese, even if you know it’s a trap. Do not try to disarm the trap yourself. If you see one of these, let anyone nearby know about it and contact a professional to get rid of it.