Sometimes I'm content with my life. Sometimes I'm terribly sad. Sometimes I'm going Harry Potter crazy. Sometimes I reblog hipster things. But that's just me. This blog is me. It's my hopes, dreams, emotions, and thoughts. And if you don't like it, then I'm sorry I wasted your time.
So, like, I’m sitting in my room and I just hear, “You are an ignorant furby, and nobody in this house likes you”
My sister is mentally abusing the furby she got for Christmas because “It says on the box that the way we treat them shapes their personalities.”
SHE JUST WANTS TO SEE WHAT WILL HAPPEN. YOU CAN’T PLAY WITH PEOPLE’S LIVES LIKE THAT. I AM LIVING IN A HOUSE WITH LUCIFER.
your sister is going to get fucking murdered