Colorscope? Colorscope.
I haven’t had questions in FOREVER. EVER. ;c
I want to answer questions too…I reply with drawn responses if that’s enough to get you to ask me things! ;c
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
I love my mommy !
don’t touch my mom u mudblood!
MOMMY! ;O;
UGGGGGGGGGH……….. FIIIIIIIIIIIIINE
Yay. chain mail?
I didn’t have a fun time in middle school. There was a lot of reason why, but one of the main reasons was Z. Probably the most weirdest, creepiest, and mentally unstable weeaboo I’ve seen in a long time. And that’s saying something.
My first day in that middle school was the day I encountered Z. She had really greasy hair and about million pimples all over her body, and always wore clothes that were three sizes to big. But we still bonded. She sat next to me in art, cracked up at my lame jokes, was very nice, and found out we both like anime and yaoi/yuri. Blah blah blah, drag another girl in in the process (let’s call her R), and we became our own little group. Everything’s okay for the first few weeks. But then Z started getting really…weird.
Ha…ha…ha… *nightmares*
I, in a gaia rally with friends.
Me> “Do you guys like starfox?”
Girl> “I love their stage in brawl. :D”
Me> “…Have you played their games?”
Girl> “I had 1 on the gamecube.”
Me> “…Was it adventures?”
Girl> “Yeah!”
Me> “…”
Girl> “I am such a Starfox fangirl. :DD”






