when i was a child, my favorite story was about a man who lived forever, but whose eyes were heavy with the weight of all he'd seen. a man who fell from the stars...it was somewhere right along here that i lost all interest in life. i like long walks, i like puddles, jumping in and jumping out, i like listening to really long stories about who sat next to who at yoga. it is crucial that you know that i possess two X chromosomes, I am on team free will, people love my abbreves, "blushing is common in people who suffer social anxiety" applies to me, and i currently have little direction in life, except to continue marathoning shows i have yet to see. what does interest me is game of thrones, true blood, the walking dead, the hbo war trinity (mostly gk), fringe, bbc sherlock, doctor who, supernatural, oz, chicago fire's plot, marvel, hemlock grove, workaholics, arrested development, breaking bad, new girl, the mindy project, inside amy schumer, arrow, sons of anarchy, its always sunny, todd & the book of pure evil, legit, fnl, lotr, cougar town, hans zimmer, happy endings, tosh.0, loki laufeyson, the color grey, pacific rim, orphan black, sigur rós, james ransone, mel brooks, bill maher, applesauce, paul bettany's voice, downloading fonts, the great gatsby book and 1974 film, most certainly not the remake, kristin bauer van straten, large dogs, and serial commas.
TODAY IN BIOLOGY CLASS WE LEARNED THAT WHEN YOU MOW THE GRASS THE BLADES RELEASE A CHEMICAL THAT MAKES THAT GLORIOUS SMELL BUT THE REASON WHY THEY RELEASE THE CHEMICAL IS TO WARN OTHER GRASS BLADES OF DANGER SO WHEN WE SMELL THE FRESHLY CUT GRASS SMELL IT’S NOT JUST A GOOD SMELL IT’S THE SMELL OF THE BLOOD AND SCREAMS FOR HELP OF THOUSANDS OF GRASS BLADES