havin a criminal minds marathon and reid just almost died.

two nights ago all of these people were in this room and we were all birds that looked like humans and i was getting married and i’d just laid eggs so my future husband and i put the nest on the window sill outside, idfk why, and then these big badass monster birds came and attacked them. i woke up feeling like a bad mother, even though 1. i am not a bird and 2. i am not actually a mother.
and then last night i dreamt that Kristin Cavillari killed a man by not giving him an oxygen mask on this space shuttle simulator, and she framed me for it. so I ran away to mexico (which turns out was like a five minute run from the scene of the crime) and lived with snoop dogg in this hobbit-style house. and then snoop boned me. yeah, i had a sex dream about snoop doggy dog. i don’t even like snoop dogg, what even
does anyone remember when cheryl cole attacked a black woman and called her a ‘caribbean jigaboo’? i mean, what even is that?

my spirit animal.
Leonardo DiCaprio with a vuvuzela.
That’s all.