dads are either too nice or assholes there is no in between
This time of the night is a killer. Kills me every night. - until I fall asleep. I wake up and it’s good and then it visits me again.
Just a random memory-popup. I remember the few Malay lessons when me and Farahin would just watch Tom & Jerry.
The first time someone tried to steal my bag in the subway I panicked and I broke his arm with an umbrella and since then none of my friends will let me forget about this.
If you think this was a badass moment you need to remember I’m 5 ft and my bag was a Lucky Star bag and I was crying while hitting someone much bigger than me repeatedly with a frog-shaped umbrella.
you are my hero
Doctor who candle.
I think it’s the light. It’s too bright
Why is sleeping so difficult.