tumblr during autumn, more like
grandpa tell the story about how you sent anon hate to that bitch again
how i feel when i gotta get up and close my room door after someone walks out and leaves it open
"thats not very lady-like of you"
i’d be the worst PR-manager ever
my client would be like “there are rumours going around that i’m a gay satanist” and i’d be like “hahaha awesome”
If you don’t mind cuddling all day or being lazy and sleeping on top of me while watching movies. Or eating pizza or getting hickies. Come be mine
i don’t have enough black clothes