pechapanda's reblog blog

reblogged. reblogged. reblogged. youre all reblogged. none of you are free from my scrapbook

*walks around my house in a tank top and underwear like im the only playable woman in a david cage game*

i cannot even fathom what been a teenager/in gradeschool is like rn. counting my blessings to have been born in 1995, and i am so sorry

Why did 4 months of this year go by in like a week

Where am I

writing tip: put words on page. hope this helps. i will not be taking questions because i have not done this

Sometimes my dad likes to put little pills in my food. And in those pills is more of the food.

everyone’s trying to stump the akinator so i’m gonna try and see if he’ll know that i’m thinking of the little symbol on the front of his turban