Willful cretinism

a little boy dressed in a toga and armored helm, clutching a spear is on my train brothers the empire has not yet fallen

bleaaat bleeaaatttt baaa-a-a-a

Christened myself with ‘Saintbleatersburg’ because I literally and quite embarrassingly could not think of anything to make a play on other than Russian cities and barnyard animals. And Moscow was too on the nose.

In a world full of shitty ‘pov you’re not going to bed because you’re reading about the same two boys falling in love for the 30th time #hannigram #stucky #shitpiss(the ship name for shit+piss)’ posts I wear my 2 notes like a badge of honor

It’s not working at all: And I’m not going to get fat: And I have to do my group fucking project with that Prissy fucking Charlotte Mervin auughhh screams like prepubescent chimp

I am eating toffee encrusted almonds to assuage my unabating self loathing

Meatloaf is a perfect food: covered in catsup: easy to make: impossible to derive without the mind of a British housewife: mildly offputting