𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻

yum

this job market is a fucking nightmare

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

the last person they texted:

“It’s five in the morning, whatever this is, couldn’t it wait?” He hadn’t slept that night anyway. Just lain there staring at the wall all night, and now was finally getting tired. This planet's timezone was throwing him off.

magnolia said, peeking into his tent . the planet's timezone wasn't helping her either . she missed Coruscant .