the relationship between wlw and their fictional male fav who sucks extremely bad but lives in their mind anyways is extremely complex and can’t be explained
all aboard the octrain
Choose your fighter
actually, you know what? fuck you. *un-jennifers your body*
Submerging an Italian in olive oil like you would an Evangelion pilot in LCL so they can operate at maximum psychological capacity
this is what my bellisima mama did to me when i was but a six year old little bambine and now im so unbelievably fucked up
yeah ill reblog that
i’m kinda the shit.
“i am a god” this, “i go both ways” that. where is my love for “pmsing isn’t real, needy. it was made up by the boy-run media to make us seem crazy”?