At the count of 3.. lets no be so sarcastic.
1. 2. 3 ..
(via baubauhaus)
those bastards..
1. 2. 3 ..
“You’re a Rock Bitch.. Im a Rock Pig..”
Where do you all go?
As if by a law of the universe, you appear in obnoxious surplus during a week when I have it together enough to wear my hair down, and on the week(s — let’s be honest, it’s weeks) when I’m a slob, I’m left scrounging around the edges of my bookshelf like a common hermit praying for the honor of your presence.
Not saying I prefer it one way or another, I’d just appreciate some consistency on your end.
Literally no idea over here,
Christine
fuckyeahkristenwiig:
I want her for XMAS :]
“.. I can’t remember the question I kinda got distracted, I ate a grape.”