and so it goes... |
My name is Quinn and I'm a 21 year old who has no idea what I'm doing with my life. I could write pages gushing about how much I love music (folk-punk. indie-rock), books (Kurt Vonnegut), nerdy fandoms (Doctor Who, Buffy) and being a righteous kyriarchy smashing babe (a whole fucking lot) but I'm not gonna so you'll just have to take my word for it. |
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I’M MAKING A LANDING STRIP FOR YOUR FACE PLANE. WITH ITS CARGO OF KISSES.
I WORRY ABOUT YOU SOMETIMES.
DON’T WORRY, CAPTAIN. WE’LL GUIDE YOU IN. JUST CONTINUE ON YOUR CURRENT COURSE.
I MEAN IT. I LOVE YOU, BUT THERE’S A WIRE OR TWO LOOSE IN THAT BRAIN OF YOURS.
EVERYTHING’S LOOKING GREAT. REVERSE YOUR ENGINES. BRING IT IN NICE AND SLOW.
This exchange reminds me entirely to much of me & my boyfriend.
(via theseasonofthewitch)
Clairely. Ahem. ;) Brians are broken and PLANES AND CAPTAINS. AND DIRTIES. (AND MAYBE A PINTO OR TWO) :O :O!
All the relevant comments are dirty.
savvylareine, this is for you.
That’s me. Bringing the face plane in for a landing....am exactly that weird.