exclusive footage of the xbox one production line
the art project that got me sent to the counselor in middle school
The most terrifying photoset and series of tweets I’ve had the misfortune of coming across.
Existence. Well, what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.
no one has a crush on me. i am too strong to be crushed