i’m not like other girls
i was born with glass bones and paper skin
every morning i break my legs, and every afternoon i break my arms
at night, i lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep
Imagine having braces during the apocalypse. no one can take your braces off. And you just have to accept that you’ll have braces forever.
i want a novel focused around a character with braces during the apocalypse and the entire plot of the story revolves around their search for an orthodontist who is still alive and they sort of accidentally save the world in the process
Titled: Brace for It.
no matter what you’re good at there will be a 7 year old chinese kid who’s better
Oh, no, of course, you’re right. My mistake.
"I’m telling you," Isaac continued, “Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.”
imagine how much the neurosurgeon pissed his pants because of this.
remember that one time i told mark sheppard i’d get whatever he replied to me with tattooed on my body
i got that tattoo tonight
“His name is West Anaximander Collins. And like a bee, he can smell fear. Unlike a bee, he likes boobs and needs frequent diaper changes. I like him.”-Misha Collins
this is my favorite picture of Misha of all time. Just eyes and expression and Westy….
he just looks so happy.
i can’t stop smiling every time i see this picture
I don’t fight anymore..I watch the bees.