And I'm

a Mardi Gras wrapped in some sort of fabulous frock scenario

utopians:

No experience more viscerally humiliating than walking through a heavily populated building with squeaky shoes. Look at me doing my little clown walk across the entire length of the building. Dumbass squeaking noises ringing out with every step. Sounds like I’m walking on two guinea pigs. I wish I was dead

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hustlerose:

ok. and why is it your business that the clouds are swirling in a giant purple vortex over my ancient tower? maybe they just do that sometimes

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