If you were a crayon, what color would you most like to make out with?
I'm also pretty impressive when I'm shoving the neck of a lute into someone's chest cavity.
We are all differently broken, semi-functional, rusted out love machines
It's almost as if our society values opinion over knowledge.
I think it's pretty ridiculous to sit back and think that we've changed the horse so much, without realizing that they have changed us an awful lot too.
I need Harry Potter like a grindylow needs water.