This is L. 21.
College student/fortune teller.
This is apparently now blog about Roosterteeth, my crappy life and stupid british men. Also food.
bucky: did it hurt when you fell from heaven
bucky: and then crashed into ice
bucky: and then froze yourself for 66 years
bucky: 'cause that was dumb as shit
my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.
me: damn i need to save my money
me: *spends $200 in a week*
at 5am you either feel like you can rule the world or like you’ve just been run over by a truck there is no inbetween
i want a bigger TV just because black flag would look even MORE AMAZINGGGG