Welcome trespassers. I’m going to start off with my fence-It’s made out of chalk lining so be careful not to rub off my boundaries. My alarm system is when you click the ‘follow’ button and I become aware of your existence. When your name sounds familiar, I do you a favor but when it doesn’t then maybe it’s time to bring cookies to my house and click the ask button. As for strangers, you can pick either your display picture or a grey, nameless head. My house is made out of many things and the miracle is when it's actually regarded as my home. -Pressing 'reblog' endlessly leads me to my own state confusion of what I'm actually all about. We can all find out ourselves through each other.
First few spots on my priority list are filled though, you may have to settle for less...
disclaimer: I copy and paste a lot of things.
I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great