Tobias told me to figure out what this simulation means. He was right; it isn’t about the birds. It’s about control. Wings flap next to my ear, and the crow’s talon s dig into my shoulder. This time, I do not hit the bird as hard as I can. I crouch, listening to the thunder of wings behind me, and run my hand through the grass, just above the ground. What combats powerlessness? Power.
I needs me some Baby Sven on my blog.
Grace’s jokes are getting more and more on point….
I relate to this gif on a spiritual level.
biggest plot twist of my childhood
Olaf will melt when Elsa dies.
I’M SORRY, IT WAS A THOUGHT.
Well then *ahem* WHY WOULD YOU THINK SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!!!
Um, I hate to be that person but…imagine Anna singing Do You Want To Build A Snowman at Elsa’s grave.
first of all how dare you
i’m so done right now
i’d like to apologies before hand for this.
i am very sorry.
THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE THEIR EYES OPEN BUT THEY YAWN TOGETHER OH MY GOD MY HEART HAS EXPLODED.