When I was little my parents walked into my room after hearing gleeful laughter. At the time, I had a heartbeat Winnie the Pooh doll. Anyway, it turns out that I RIPPED his heart out and LAUGHED. And that is the story of my descent into insanity.
"All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock."
Tumblr: BITCH PLEASE. *goes back to keyboard smash about our favorite characters in our little fandoms*