…And you don’t want to know my brother’s name. The poor boy wasn’t as lucky as me. Gosh. Stupid abusive childhood…
Aaaaand so it begins, I guess. Feel free to ask. Tumblr is an expensive thing, so let’s use it.
…Seriously, what the hay are those things? Spoons? Last night was crazy or something.
Spoons… I’m a pony, I can’t use spoons. Why spoons?
