Me: *picking up my slightly wrinkled, leather sachet. Slinging my well-worn, russet bag over my shoulder nonchalantly. I squint ahead of me, the crisp, auburn forest stretches out in front of me. I smirk, I think to move forth into the light freckled undergrowth. Before I do so, I whisper to myself*
Me: # time tO MAKE SO ME GAY MEMES™ 4 SOME G A Y TEEN S #
