Since I had that freakout over the bleach incident I’ve gone for a run and gotten a shower to clear my head. I’m a little bit over the fact that my Chell tank is ruined, and it’s obviously a sign that I just wasn’t meant to be Chell for halloween this year. So that means I don’t have to find an orange jumpsuit and build a portal gun out of I don’t even fucking know what.
With this in mind, my other option was to be a skeleton (yeah, okay, I’m really excited about radiography school) and I’m trying to pin down the details of how I’m going to do it…
The difference between style and fashion is quality
Armani
(Source: openthelittledoor, via miss-flapper)
Meet the Girlfriend by saracynical
double-date with P. & J.
