Meet my friend Brad.. I am his best friend. Whether he admits that or not, he knows it.
hey i’m brad, katie is okay.
been losing followers left and right so here’s a picture of my face to get rid of the rest of you. I’m sick too.
Hello there, I’m terribly sorry to put anyone in an inconvenience, but would anyone want to have sex to appease these Pagan gods today?
This s me. The king on the Iron Throne. Although its made of a plaster of sorts. And its built to look like a tree. But still, fuck you, I’m king.
I’m holding Appa hostage until my demands are met.
My demands: a girl’s butt to touch
So ask me again
Why the TARDIS is blue:
There’s a sad man inside
With both hearts torn in two.