Maribelle. March 17, 1995.
1.21 gigawatts. Hufflepuff. AARmy. MCRmy. Blink. Otaku. Bibliophile. Guitar, bass, drums, marimba, piano, a little alto sax. Wannabe stacker. Hobbit. Unhealthy food. Base coat, brushes, dotting tools, top coat. Fanfics, bandfics. Doodily ding dong tick tock. Down side of the Schwartz. Slorgs, stamps, & plushies. But none of it in that order. =) I swear I reblog stuff, I just stuff it all in my queue. [[If I use a picture/gif/anything that belongs to you, and you want me to take it down/give credit/source it, PLEASE let me know.]]
I haven’t legitimately followed my dash for 23 hours. I FEEL MENTALLY FUCKED UP.
what if everyone else and everything is just a projection of your imagination and you have been the last human alive for some time now
How do I know I’m staying up too late, even for summer vacation?
I just used my junior unity mug to scoop up some random pasta I found in a saucepan on the stove.