All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
Most things about me are hard to explain, I guess, like how I’m mostly delusional and live in a half-imaginary world but am also a realist to the core. I’m just a bunch of contradictions most of the time and I don’t like it, but I also do.
Why is Santa’s sack so big?
Because he only comes once a year
OH MY GOD