#study q

staying at your family home for the holidays is so strange like. There is a picture on the wall that I drew when I was five. My favourite piece of decor has been replaced. I have outgrown my old room. I feel like a kid again. There is a familiar smell from the kitchen. My whole childhood is trapped in that smell. Memories are hiding in the walls. They are calling me, but I don't know what for. I cried over my first heartbreak on this bed without even knowing what a heartbreak was. This spot on the carpet is where my best friend from high school used to sit. Since then, nothing has changed. Since then, everything has changed. The stairs still squeak at the same spot. I wish I could stay for a few month more. I want pack my bags right now and run. 

“federal judge? oh no, you misheard, I am a feRAL JUDGE ARGHHHHH” (dramatically tears own robe, jumps over the bench and starts hitting people with the law)

enough about him start fixing me now please

Does anyone know how to become necromancer? not to bring back a loved one or anything, it is just that the list of dead people I want to fist fight is getting out of control 

Just so you know, if this post appears on your dash it is the equivalent of me randomly drawing a flower on the paper in front of you