Summer is terrible.
Lights out. Tucked in. Wide awake.
Like the Skywalkers, we have a flair for the dramatic.
~*PEACH ON EARTH*~
This is your brain. This is your brain on dog.
Snap! That! Wrist!
It's so close you can taste the PSL!
Seriously. Follow. Immediately.
It's all fun and games until someone blows chunks.
Hakuna Matata my ass.
Let's talk about S-W-E-A-T baby.
Spare me your fiery wrath.
"Me: *breathes* White man: you're so ~exoticccc~?
Soft and pure and a little bit evil.
If someone calls you "exotic" one more time...
Living on the only habitable planet in the solar system is not ideal but you don't have a lot of options.
Either it fits or it doesn't!
It's like having another appendage...but it plays music.