i literally used to cry at night because my furby would randomly start talking and wake me up and i was too scared to kill it and when the batteries started dying his voice got creepier and it sounded like he was saying satanic chants so i made my parents throw him into a landfill and i fear everyday that he’ll come back
One time I took the batteries out of my furby and it still talked and sang and did all that creepy stuff so I took it into the garage and beat it with a hammer.
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this is basically where i barf my feelings about doctor who, harry potter, significantly older men, books, plays, musicals, poems, and life all over the internet. i am not interesting or unique. why are you here.
i'm studying written arts but there's literally no way you could know that from reading my incoherent verbal flailing.
speak to me in english or hebrew, or if you're feeling adventurous and love watching linguistic train wrecks, spanish or arabic.
CAN YOU JUST NOT GET ENOUGH
this is a quality blog.
and it has been since 2011.
and i reblog a lot.
any questions?
also, sometimes i'm ginny weasley.
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