Watched Deadpool and Wolverine yesterday and I'm back in a state over Hugh Jackman/Logan Howlett I haven't been in since like 2010. I'm in full Hugh Jackman Renaissance mode rn. Foot-kickingly, hand-flappingly, teeth-chatteringly FERAL for this man right now.
A BuzzFeed quiz just told me I'm gonna have a Feral Girl Summer. Also I did a Tarot reading for myself the other day and I pulled the card that's just an ad for the gaming company that printed the deck. Let's rock, babes.
wondering if anyone in the neighborhood thinks i'm one of those dangerous golf course girls, u know the kind. the kind that slinks in the night, has one too many limbs like spiders or scorpions. the kind that oozes and spits and screams and howls and has full on conversations with herself in the early dawn of the sticky summer mornings. the kind that stares vacantly at ur greetings, with eyes that ur not sure about; they might be on the verge of tears, but they also might be the hungriest eyes u have ever seen and it makes u want to split urself open for her to gorge on u like ur a buffet of marrow-rich crustaceans. the kind of girl whose fingers cast whorls through the air like she were moving through water, whorls that draw u in like the call of the void and set u to begging for her to use the delicate knives of her nails on u.
that or the kind of girl who looks like she would set a golf course on fire.