Map-of-dayss

My train was late. AGAIN.

straigbt up "under it" and by "it" well lets jusr say, my blankeys

me impatiently to the little french cat boiling me in a stew: chat am I cooked

I guess this is what would happen if a werewolf bit a skeleton.

Telling my kids this is Chapell Roan.

these images ruined my life they've been in my life for nearly a decade and i say this shit every other day

🌟a Bake-Kujira (or ghost whale) 🌟

when the doctor used the tardis like a skateboard and pushed with his lil foot reblog if u agree