- Rodney: *looks down and starts sketching above the goblet he's drawn* look it's fire.
- Me: It's the goblet of fireeee!
- Rodney: ... okay, nevermind.
I want my world to be beautiful again …
on the terribly unlikely, off chance that someone were to have the unfortunate circumstance of being trapped in my head … they’d pray that something unknown would eat them whole immediately.
My brain is a messy, miserably confusing, shit hole, unless you know all the codes and formulas to work out the things I call thoughts, lol.