doll-ish like

they should at least let the plushie watch... for normal reasons

You will never understand the mental torture of being 12 years old and having a debilitating crush on Hugo Weaving Elrond & having to lie to ur friends and say you like Legolas Orlando bloom like all the other girls so you don’t get fucking bullied

Now I’m 35 and I have a live sized cardboard Elrond who lives on my stairwell & I kiss him every time I go upstairs so anyway the moral of the story is never kill yourself

unemployed girl is a species of creature that needs twelve hours sleep every day and six to eight hours of cuddles and maybe something else

I consume a small amount of weed I am hanging out. A little more and I am overcome with bloodlust and start pushing my friends out of their chairs and goading them into physically fighting with me, even though we are in tea length dresses and have our hair up nicely. I don’t know what it is. One really good bong rip and I become convinced that I can pin my friends to the floor. I fucking can’t is the thing. I usually win only by the element of surprise and pure Wanting It. Now, two good bong rips and I am out. I am not present. I am a giggly ball on the floor. I demand my captive carry me princess style to bed and I am obliged because I am in charge. I think. I don’t know. I can never remember

fascinating that this is getting attention right now. im sorry to everyone who relates. hoping and praying for body modification magic for us all.

'disembowel' is such a good word. y'know your bowels? they are GONE

The JRWI gimmick one-shots are slowing turning into the Bebus the Wise cinematic universe and I am not at all complaining

maid engineered in a lab to sweep without a broom

[tumblr]人は、人形のようにｊｐｅｇで遊ぶことが大好きだね。。。