ALWAYS REBLOG. ALWAYS. ITS LITTLE FACE. ITS LIKE.
ABSOLUTE FUCKIN BLISS OF RAINBOWS OF HAPPINESS OF GNNN OF..
WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STOP.
YOU CANT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS. IT’S NOT OK.
I WILL CRY. I WILL CRY UNTIL THE END OF TIME. AND I WILL TAKE MY SOUL WITH YOU. I’M JUST GONNAoooooHHHHHHHOHOHOH YES.
Run Shadowfax! Show us the meaning of haste!
But not too hasty.
I’m not really able to hold onto anything back here. Let’s try 1/3 haste and see how that goes. If I don’t fly off the back, we can try full haste.
You know what, just do an enthusiastic trot. If we’re late I’ll just say we hit traffic.
The feeling you get when you’re not even sure what you’re doing with your life anymore.
That feeling you get when you’ve run out of money and you have another week to go before your next paycheck and you’re debating what’s more embarrassing: calling your parents and asking for some money, or mooching off your friend for a bite of their muffin.