last christmas i gave you my heart
but the very next day your body rejected the transplant and you died
I have been waiting all year to reblog this
so you’re telling me there’s an alien who regenerates into a completely random form, that he cannot control or determine himself, and who understandably could take millions of different appearances, but who all 13 times just turned into a different skinny white guy
I am sorry for the non-book related post but its been 10 minutes and I am still laughing.
dealing with anxiety
just let me slip into something more…. spaghetti.
"can we get pizza tonight?"
"there’s pizzas from the supermarket in the freezer!"