‘I should learn to clean up before I wander out to the public eye.’ whispered MOSTLY to himself, anyone who wanted to comment, though, he welcomed. bits of blood are splattered across his white blouse, goes perfectly well with how disheveled he looks; odd considering he was a rather “clean” man. 

   ‘— don’t look at me like i’m crazy.’ 

@stealsyou | starter call 

Every time I find a new fictional crush, I send this one particular friend a text wondering why I can’t find someone like said fictional character.

What that means is my poor friend gets random messages from time to time that say things like “Why can’t I find an awkward British time traveler???”  or “Why have I never met a hot guy who thinks the world is ending while I’m shopping at the farmer’s market?!”