That feeling when your uterus has spent all month planning to throw a baby party only to discover there will be no baby and having it transform into a murderous rage because it won’t get its deposit back for all the carbs and decorations but it’ll try again next month because it enjoys suffering and works rent free.
– Shit, i need to smoke – No you don’t 💋 – I need to smoke Nines – No you don’t 💋 – I need to… – No you don’t 💋 – I… – No you don’t 🍭🍭🍭🍭and let’s go. It’s our turn to look for the suspect.
I just discovered in the TV show Hannibal, Will’s in his 30s and Hannibal is his late 40s-early 50s.
And then I thought, well, wait, what if the possibility that Hannibal could be Will’s father? And what if Hannibal all this time has been trying to shift Will into a predator and follow in his path?
And then I started thinking about all the weird relationship stuff and the cannibalism and all that jazz.
This is why you shouldn’t get on tumblr right after waking up from a nap.
Vengence is Key 