Date a boy with black hair. Date a boy with brown eyes. Date a boy who is tall. Date a boy with a sense of humor. Date a boy who loves himself. Date a boy whose best friend is a horse. Date a boy who’s a great swordsman. Date a boy addicted to coffee. Date a boy who is the master of unseen movement. Date me.
Wow guys I love Valentine’s day! I’m going to head off in an hour for Redmont to see Jenny, but I wanted to share these lovely Valentines I made(well, Will made one. Guess which!) because I love you guys
Okay I don’t usually go to Starbucks-I am a firm believer in making your own home made coffee(or accepting it from cute friends), but I was in a rush the other day and I just want to appreciate them actually spelling my name right FOR ONCE GEEZ
You know what, go ahead and love someone with your whole heart. Put your all into a relationship. Assume it’s going to last forever. Make them feel special. Think about them when you’re walking home from work. Go out of your way to kiss them under the stars on a little bridge and a little river. Look up to them and try to be the best person you can for them. Fuck I love you Crowley
More Happened in Sixteen Years Than What was Said, Geez
I’m just going to put it bluntly: The Royal Ranger was a terrible portrayal of events that occurred in my life. So I’d like to try and clear up a number of things. You may want to grab a chair because this will be almost as long as a BBC special or Ken Burns documentary. Don’t ask how I know about those, either. I want to fill you in on some things that happened in the last sixteen years which may explain The Royal Ranger a bit better.
You can summon me by making a pentagram and putting a cup of coffee in the middle. Warning: don’t try this at home. Not because summoning a thing from a parallel universe might create exponential chaos but because I will probably eat all your food and charm all your friends