im literally always looking at my reflection not because im conceited but because i just think it feels kind strange to have a physical form and im constantly trying to process who and what i am
Son, I found your fedora. At first I thought you were a brony and I was going to be very disappointed. But then I found your giant stash of checkered vans and hawaiian shirts. Ska punk forever, son. Ska punk forever.
sometimes i think i’m sassy and then i realize i’m just too sarcastic and borderline mean
the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
hot boys never talk to me i hate them
it was around 11pm on the 9th of may 1994 in oxford england and my mum had to get a caesarian but the doctor cut through into my head at the same time and i have haemophilia B so they were all like oh shit and i had my first emergency factor IX injection minutes after being born and ended up with a big scar and 2 black eyes i was the coolest baby in the hospital and now i have a scar like harry potter and i can see into the doctor’s thoughts and speak to stethoscopes