The quiet contemplations and fierce infatuations of Little Old Me.Ask me anything
Omg on Hannibal in the writers room the code for the woman stuffed into the horse was ’ the turduken’
Person: "I would sell my soul to get into Comic-Con."
Me: "Contact the Supernatural Fandom for more info.
people run “aesthetic blogs” where they just reblog pics of like neon lights and pools of water and weird textures and stuff and i don’t really get it but i like to look at those blogs, it’s nice to know that you guys are out there, always silent, never getting into fights, just reblogging pics of wrinkled plastic bags… keep doing ur thing
Cards Against Humanity.
I’m a big fan. Well, I bought this.
It’s great. It hold all of my shit. But it holds something else too.
If you have it, open your box.
You see how I started to tear away at the top of the box there?
Do it carefully.
There’s something in there. What could that be?
There’s a card.
There is a card literally hidden in the top of the box.
But what card?
I fucking love these people.