That awkward moment when a fictional character dies and your whole life doesn’t make sense anymore.
PRETENDING THAT I WILL HAVE HAPPY ENDINGS.
reblogging is my game.
schlstcn. Filipina.
12 years of existence in this battlefiel of love.
I blow candles every solo night of the 19th of Septemeber.
I have natural swag. You either have it or don't.
reblogging is my game.
schlstcn. Filipina.
12 years of existence in this battlefiel of love.
I blow candles every solo night of the 19th of Septemeber.
I have natural swag. You either have it or don't.
