a little girl who grows up thinking all doors are automatic but actually she’s haunted by a really polite ghost
I wanna hold her, I wanna kiss her
She smelled of daisies, she smelled of daisies
She drive me crazy, she drive me crazy
I would forget to feed him.
I got 99 problems, which means I really don’t have the time to grow my own Jay Z, thank you.
We Can’t Get Out Of The Bedroom Now.
Shirley Maclaine on Parkinson in 1975
Oh, God. So it’s only getting worse?!
Here’s a digital illustration I made based on a concept sketch I found online
Strength is being able to crush a tomato.
Dexterity is being able to dodge a tomato.
Constitution is being able to eat a bad tomato.
Intelligence is knowing a tomato is a fruit.
Wisdom is knowing not to put a tomato in a fruit salad.
Charisma is being able to sell a tomato based fruit salad.
If I stop reblogging this assume I’m dead