Imagine finding a dragon egg one day, and it hatches in your house and thinks you’re its mom. Then the next morning you wake up and find this mini dragon has gathered all the lose change and shiny objects in your house in a pile, and is gnawing on a nickel. And then when you take it out for walks, it picks up every coin it sees cause its a hoarder. And your house is eventually full of coins. And you are rich. And have a dragon.


absolutely destroy the idea that you have to be loved romantically and love romantically

destroy the idea that the end goal of life is to get into a romantic relationship/marriage

romantic love isn’t a requirement to live life and it never will be

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s go to your house, you know. Makes perfect sense. Let’s, uh… Let’s completly screw up yur house so you never wanna spend another night in it. Sure. You know, why not? Yeah, and how’s about I send over my psycho-bitch wife to, uh, you know, break your balls and threaten you? God, that would be hiarious, you know. And then, you know, the killer in the basement, the one who’s completly my responsibility, hell, let’s just let him live down there. Just, I don’t know, make sure to feed him, like, three times a day. Sure, why not? It’s been really amazing. Thank you so much for the opportunity. I always dreamt about, I don’t know, melting bodies.

Reblogged from archangelina