my mood depends entirely on my internet speed
On a side note, I really hate Tumblr’s lack of photoset options.
When someone dies in the grip of a powerful rage… a curse is born. The curse gathers in that place of death. Those who encounter it will be consumed by its fury.
i fuckin hate the type of person who enters a room when a show is on and starts talking. what the fuck is wrong with you. who the fuck raised you. are you an animal. get out of my house
me on my way to overthrow yo country
tried to scroll past this, couldn’t.
Godzillas, Godzillas everywhere.