my crystal ball says you really fucked up this time
Thinking about alligators.
Always smiling, the children of rocks and logs, horror and dreams, swamp and darkness.
I love you, teeth pups.
I’m starting to believe that no one actually ever read these books
I can’t wait to die in a coal mining accident.
Do we have to kill the other park goers to get to the souvenirs and snacks?
Fibromyangela 