Always live your life with
your biography in mind
Fee. XXIII, Cunt & tits.
A sarcastic, perverse
and cynical cunt.
My face looks bizarre, natural light sucks at 4pm, but the black hair is gone. And this so does not even remotely do it justice.
My brain needs to stop over thinking and let me overload on m&ms and Criminal Minds. Moody brain is moody.
Since it’s now technically Tuesday, and I’m traipsing through all the pointless selfies I have, I’m going to mourn my nightmarish black mane of hair, as it’ll be gone tomorrow. Sad.
So I’m just gonna bring back this photo of Penny chillin’ like a villian because it is one of the best things ever.
What happens when you have to leave the house for supplies when dying? Fix brows, apply lips, whip on the Aviators to hide the dead, hate filled eyes.
FUCK. STOP IT.
Forever upset by this scene :( it will always be one of the most heartbreaking things to me.
Logic is applying your face only to sit around all day writing research proposals.
Side note; why must light always make your other brow look non existent in comparison!?
Okay Penny, not like my leg is going to fall asleep when I’m cross legged and you decide to plonk yourself across it. Little cutey pest. ♥