my liege you cannot trust this buffoon. he doesn’t even begin every other sentence with “my liege.” he‘ll never whisper in your ear the way i do it, my liege. sire. your fuckableness
this is what my phone recommended to me ....
all of it? all of it. I'll take all of it please
Me waiting for validation for my terrible story idea:
ten years of fighting and when shit hits the fan tumblr instantly has reddit's back. the greatest enemies to lovers story ever told.
fully sober and lucid walking down the street googling "is it normal to get a haircut" "am i allowed to get a haircut" "is the guy at the barber shop going to be mad at me when i go in there"
I absolutely
Hate
The Cleaning Mood.
You know the one? That one where you're just chilling and then becomes hyper aware of everything around you that needs organizing and then your whole day is ruined cause you spent it all re-arranging your bookshelf and drawers by order of vibes? Yeah. That one.