*loses bobby pins and hair ties*
*loses internet connection*
if i die before my favorite show ends then use an ouija board to keep me updated about what happens next
It’s the most beautiful time of the year…
waking up and realizing you slept through your alarm
you know my name not my
Overwhelming desire to become a pigeon. Words cannot express my dire need to have beautiful grey feathers and glorious wings so that I may fly and feast upon dropped hotdogs and breadcrumbs.
can you smell what the rock is cooking?
empandas de queso para ti y todos tus amigos jajajaja tambien hice un jugito de mango
gracias, tia roca