arsonist’s lullabye

being a symbolism enjoyer should humble you because at the end of the day no matter how eloquently you articulate it youre essentially saying "i love it when things have meaning"

my hobbies are Colours and Shapes but, like, in a mature, sophisticated adult way

ohmy god. oh my fucking godd. i miss kingdom hearts so fucking much holy shit oh my god

I MISS DRAWING <- is literally doing everything besides drawing

my insides feel rotten, i dont feel like a real person

i can’t control anyone’s loyalty, i just know mine is genuine.

The reason I was downloading South Park episodes and songs on limewire and frostwire was because I was also obsessed with Kenny McCormick and for school we had to make a shitty little website about a world issue, so I found this free platform that doesn’t exist anymore but it was like a horrible little wix site from the mid aughts, and we based my groups theme on global warming. But when we were done with it I repurposed it as a perosnal site and lied about being a voluptuous blonde 19 year old woman who worked at a fictitious restaurant called the lunchbox, and I just wrote about how obsessed I was with Kenny McCormick and my sister found it and was like what the fuck is wrong with you. But she never told my parents. She also found this 80 page story I was writing about buddy the elf and all my weird skater ocs breaking into the moulin rouge, and at one point I was sick of buddy so I had a herd of buffalo trample him in the middle of a city and it was very tragic but jarring and unexpected. And she referenced a part of the story to me and it made me SO fucking paranoid that I wiped our entire, family shared packard bell computer and got in huge fucking trouble for it.

in hindsight it is very funny that ned was like yeah you can bring your megafauna apex predator wolves with you to the most densely populated city in the country. that will be fine probably

every time somebody fancasts henry cavill in something asoiaf george deletes 200 words from his twow manuscript