Oof I'm addicted to ironic things. (i.e getting three dogs, one named Zeus, afraid of lightning, one named Poseidon, afraid of water, one named Hades, afraid of fire and dark lighted rooms)
Oof I'm addicted to ironic things. (i.e getting three dogs, one named Zeus, afraid of lightning, one named Poseidon, afraid of water, one named Hades, afraid of fire and dark lighted rooms)
Does anybody else hate having the warm and fuzzy feeling when you love somebody and you have to explain why to them and it makes you think about why you do and then you hate yourself because you’re not usually a person who feels that way, ever?!
Is it just me who didn’t grow up with Disney, barbies, and fucking Taylor Swift but instead with Percy Jackson, anime, and my emo shit? Like was I the only one without a “normal” childhood?