In a great tree on a great cliff in the Moors lived one such spirit. You might take her for a girl. But she was not just any girl. She was a fairy. And her name was Maleficent.
When I told my friend Karis that Bob was going to get barbequed in that episode of the walking dead she thought I meant ‘burned’ as in like, offended. Not actually barbequed.
Me and my sister (@hoshke) went to a con.
We had the great Idea to dress my sister up as cry Daryl.
Trying to keep happy and thankful and just ending up feeling lost and broken anyway is just a horrible feeling.
My friends mum asked me today if I was excited about ‘going back’ and I practically shouted ‘yeah!’ thinking she meant NY, then it actually dawned on me that she meant uni.
Me and my fiancé are currently enjoying the Walking Dead and shouting ‘CORAL’ every time Rick yells after Carl