One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
wait that’s not what the black market is?
if everybody got a free miniature animal at birth that protected you, like a tiny elephant or dragon, the world would be a better place.
There’d be dragons everywhere. Dragons have to eat. We’d all be dead.
we’d arrange sacrifices of humans
starting with you
SLEEPY BOYS ARE THE WORST AND BY WORST I MEAN ABSOLUTE BEST BECAUSE ADORABLE MESSY HAIR AND RASPY VOICES AND POUTY LIPS I JUST CANT DEAL WITH THIS
when you’re so pale that your bare legs reflect sunlight and shine bright like diamonds
shine bright like a white kid
today in science class we were talking about thunderstorms and we looked out the window and there was a storm in the distance so i quietly whispered “the oncoming storm” and the kid behind me banged his knee on the desk and choked i think i have found my soulmate
this wasn’t supposed to get any notes omg