20, England.
I don't really know what to put here.
I'm not especially witty, or clever.
My tumblr makes no sense.
I post whatever I feel like posting.
I don't follow back unless I like your page. I don't see the point in cluttering my dash with things I don't enjoy looking at.
I don't bite though unless I'm drunk or you ask nicely. Feel free to ask me anything, or just talk. I will answer most things, and if I don't seem friendly, it's just because I'm awkward.
I had a weird dream about a big old house, my friend(?) giving birth, hunger games type fighting, being on a huge boat trying to find somewhere safe to stop (I was in charge and no where was good enough) and Jorge trying to kill me. (He lost and I held him captive and took his weird walkie talkie thing.) I also threatened to rip someones throat out with my bare hands, Rambo style.
