ive talked about being too high for things before but this is like. next level
opened the reblog editor to say the mom is obviously Carmen Sandiego but then realized I have zero justification for that whatsoever I’m just going off of vibes
I mean I always shipped Waldo of Where’s Waldo with Carmen Sandiego, and if you combine the respective outfits of both and whatever deranged bullshit Waldo was on, I can see them producing twin Clown Princes of Crime and Corporations.
imagine just saying “i always shipped waldo of where’s waldo with carmen sandiego” with no explanation whatsoever
Why would that need explanation they’re perfect for each other
More and more often these days, in what is surely a sign that everything is just absolutely fine, I find myself recalling the wise words of the prophets written on the subway walls:
so ummm welcome to my jar:) lemme show you around! theres some holes poked in the top so i can breathe, theres some leaves to munch on, and ive even got a twig! #mytwig
happy one year of this post. and from the bottom of my heart. i did not know what i wrought
Rachel. She/they. Pansexual. 25. Aquarius. Black lives matter. Aspiring literature goth. Quote above from Critical Role. Weird mixture of current events, shitposts, and just stuff I like.
Rachel. She/they. Pansexual. 25. Aquarius. Black lives matter. Aspiring literature goth. Quote above from Critical Role. Weird mixture of current events, shitposts, and just stuff I like.