i miss roman roy i need to rotate him in my mind
there should be plushies of the strange but endearing creatures that live in medieval texts margins
my coffin shaped locket is the perfect size to fit one singular ibuprofen
stop wasting space and add another
my three girlfriends, judge, jury, and executioner. and yes, they decide who lives and who dies.
and yes, they smoke weed
I don’t serve heaven I don’t serve man I serve cunt
hole fandom rise up!



































