I bend over in excruciating agony and curl up going “Ah Ah AHH!” For 30 seconds and then it dies away again and I’m pretty much back to normal. If I was a guy I’d go to a Doctor immediately and tell all my friends. But I’m a woman, so I just causally mention it on Tumblr and get on with my ovary-cursed existence.
In light of the now distant, defunct and rather anticlimactical apocalypse, I will be forced to continue living by my three previously planned achievements: that I did not tried, I made more people happy than I cocked up, and that I made Jesus look classy.
Oh, and preferably that JohnLock became canon. I want to Art. All the rest about me you can find out from asks. But if you want background I like poetry and pizza and I'm a fangirl and a super art nerd and I really try not to ship Docwin. I do. Honest.
Dftba.
Oh, and preferably that JohnLock became canon. I want to Art. All the rest about me you can find out from asks. But if you want background I like poetry and pizza and I'm a fangirl and a super art nerd and I really try not to ship Docwin. I do. Honest.
Dftba.
