Writer, artist, musician, but above all that, just a complete internet-loving moron.
I present to you the national anthem of tumblr
So my mom sent me a text about two and a half hours ago asking if I wanted to go out to dinner with her and a friend of hers. She never stopped by to pick me up.
I’ve been forgotten.
*procrastinates doing things I love for an unknown reason*
*breaks the law* *duct tapes it back together*
Do you wanna build a snowman~? It doesn’t have to be a snowman~
(o h my gosh I was not expecting this. Out of the three hundred and something songs on my kindle, shuffle gives me Do You Wanna Build a Snowman.)
oh my god it just keeps getting better
*me pointing to a ship* close platonic relationship
*fandom crying voice* no… that’s wrong… they cant be platonic………. stop….. theres no proof…… ………. they look into each other in eyes and hugged like once ……. stop saying this fake thing….
*me pointing to a ship* luv that close platonic relationship
me trying to do stuff