Me, trying to sleep: I wish I was a bird. π a nice little carrion bird, preen the feathers and play in the rain. Mmm viktor would be a robot, I think. So no rain for him.
Two days later, I am still living in that nice little world
your only job on this earth is to be so intrinsically yourself that the right people gravitate toward you and the wrong people move out of your way
rb to tell ur mutuals ur fond of them
"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."
"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."
Call me moses the way im burning these bushes
if you want me to consume a new media you MUST catch me at the exact moment when the stars are aligned and the air pressure is equal to the current degree of the sunβs peak against the horizon and all the cosmic energies are perfectly unified (aka my old interest is fading out) or i will nod and say βim adding that to my list!β Knowing theres no chance i will check it out
i am full of love and also fatigue
*i slam my door closed behind me, smiling and waving nervously as a puff of feathers and papers fly out*
tumblr is the little town I visit everyday and you guys are my fellow village people
YOU SELFSHIP W SOLLUX AND YOU LIKE CAMP CAMP?? YOUβRE SO COOL
Ahhhhhh Thank you!!! <3333
Im Contractually obligated to rb this, i feel