
snorkelparkamusicpracticeroom:
snorkelparkamusicpracticeroom:
snorkelparkamusicpracticeroom:
knock knock
Who’s there?
sharkbait
sharkbait who
haha
sharkbait who haha
I’M NOT EVEN GOOD AT THINGS I’M GOOD AT
idk if you say possesive things like “you’re mine” i get all melty and weird and will probably fall in love with you
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

did anyone else notice this at the end of Party On, Garth? Because I died.
oh lord
reads nc-17 slash fiction as bedtime story