First of all, my blog is a fucking mess.                                                                                                    I'm 18


My blog
My shit
My opinions
If you don't like it, fuck off
And if you do like it, you're welcome to stay

 

Soon her gloves and her boots were crusty white, her hands were tingling, and her feet were soaked and cold, but she did not care. The castle was all that mattered.

(Source: sansalayned)