Old Blorbo Sanctuary

I will reblog this every Christmas season I’m on tumblr.

It’s beginning to look a lot like shit scram

I’m dreaming of a white shitscram

meet cute: it's raining and I see your battered bleeding body lying in the mud and I kick it slightly to see if you're dead

none pizza with left beef

It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef

ive missed you

13 years

my talents include avoiding difficult conversations and getting really sad over things i saw coming

I hate when people ask me how long it took me to crochet something I’ve made. Frankly, that’s none of my business. I put the yarn on the hook and worked on it whenever the spirit happened to take me to and then one day it was done. How long that process took is between the yarn and god; I want no part of it.

tgcf really is like a manifestation of these feelings: ”i love Character. i must protect Character. Character deserves so much better, deserves everything actually” and they are materialised as Hua Cheng. That guy builds doors and does pottery for Character. King.