Ew u peasant

~is a weeb

~ a pancake

~ Asexual but acts like a lesbian 

~[  ] taken bacon
~[+] single pringle

~multi fandom

~fav poem:
   In Flanders fields the poppies blow
   Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
   Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ur break faith with us who die                 
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.
                                        ~John MacCrae

My life is shit 

Never
Let
People
Make 
Out
In
Front
Of
You
.
It's 
Freaky