Honey, I am seven fox years old. My father died at seven and a half. I don’t want to live in a hole anymore, and I’m going to do something about it.
Two childhood friends unexpectedly reunite on opposite sides of a demonstration in 1972.
what if your pillow could collect your dreams and when you wake up you plug it into your computer and watch them over again
*nervously taps microphone* "Yes… hello.. um… Does anyone want to talk about Benedict Cumberbatch’s arms?"
Be the villain you were born to be. Stop waiting for someone to come along and corrupt you. Succumb to the darkness yourself.
This is surprisingly motivating.