so how was your night
All hail praise the lord bless this little soul you zach fucking abels is the king of sassiness
In my other recurring dream, I mentally rehearse the end scene, the one where it’s getting dark and I mistake a girl for Jordana. A girl with the exact same frame and the exact same hair. And when she turns around I see that her face is nothing like Jordana’s, and she asks, "Do I know you?" and I look traumatised and say, "No. You don’t know me. You don’t know me at all"