open apology letter to my overwatch comp team: yes i heard you telling me to get the widow, i absolutely suck at winston, my dad was watching and asked me to “be the monkey”. sorry for the loss.
date: any day (preferably soon) time: anytime (again, as soon as possible) place: anywhere rsvp: not even necessary! just show up whenever & wherever i am and start swinging
sometimes u just gotta put on your cowboy hat and be both the cowboy shooting at your own feet in rapid succession and telling yourself to dance and also the cowboy dancing away from your own bullets with stunning accuracy
Average height boys r suspicious to me…..always so medium….probably hiding something. and short boys always so angry about being short. and tall boys r too scary and more mass volume to store evil. there is no peace
it’s so interesting watching ppl go from tumblr to twitter and act like it’s some sort of accomplishment? like both websites are cesspools so i’m confused on how being on twitter is like…an upgrade?
I feel the mountains burn inside 