So in a little over two hours, I’ll be in the office getting ready to drive to Portland. I’ll be in that hotel again and hopefully had a roommate this time. We’ll make friends and then we’ll go to bed and then we’ll wake up in the morning and take that bus to MEPS. I’ll get processed again and then I’ll be flying down to South Carolina.
I remember counting down from 121 days and this is finally the day and I feel so numb still.
Anonymous asked: what's going to happen with you and kayla when you leave?
Well I’m going to write her as much as possible, and we’re going to stay together. There’s not much to it.
Fuck fuck shit fuck I didn’t think about it like that.
What if… Disney made Doctor Who?
I’m meant to be writing an essay right now this is how I procrastinate
This right here, ladies and gentlemen, just might be the best beauty-and-beast-story ever.
Because any little girl (or boy for that matter) should grow up knowing that you could be a giant green ogre, and you’d still be bloody gorgeous to the ones that matter. And not in the “oh, I can overlook your flaws” -kind of way. But in the “those aren’t flaws, they are beauty spots!”-kind of way.
the donkey fucked a dragon
What if instead of flakes, snow fell all at once? Like 6 inches of snow just plummeted to the earth in one thick blanket setting off car alarms and knocking people over, but that was it. That was the snowstorm.