waking up cold: alright I need more blankies
waking up hot: covers thrown everywhere. sweat behind the kneecaps. 3 dead. the pillow is the sun. critical condition.
wes anderson is like quentin tarantinos weird younger brother who sits in his room playing records and gets mad when quentin hides his library card
my family and friends trying to get me to leave the house
i want to kiss you and take cute pictures with you and go on stupid dates but I also want tO DESTRYO YOU AT MAR IO KART