I'm Ashton. I lived in Gallifrey for a year. There was one time that I fought in a battle on my dragon, but the battle was forgotten and the invaders one.
And I'm Trent. Even though I have a beard instead of a goatee for quite a few years now, I'm still often compared to a goat. I think an old man is a more fitting description. A really awesome one, of course.
|Posted on July 28 at 3:21 am with 3 notes||Reblog|
i don’t even with my Myers-Briggs
like i took the test and got an esfj but i was reading up about it and since i got 1% preference of extroversion over introversion and esfj didn’t quite fit me i read over isfj and it totally worked
thought i was an intp though oh well
HOW THE HELL DO YOU EVEN ?!?!?!
|Posted on July 28 at 3:21 am with 16 notes||Reblog|
The death glare gives you the power to intimidate anyone but since you can’t really control such power you end up alone and without friends thats the sad truth
|Posted on July 9 at 6:55 pm with 7,160 notes||Reblog|
INFJ - cold and hard on the outside, warm and fuzzy on the inside
INFP - warm and fuzzy inside and out
INTP - warm and fuzzy on the outside, cold and hard on the inside
INTJ - cold and hard inside and out
|Posted on July 9 at 6:54 pm with 725,987 notes||Reblog|
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|Posted on May 12 at 8:05 pm||Reblog|
Nothing is relative, and thoughts are only unique in a subjective approach; henceforth, this is life, a series of thoughts that can change spontaneously and without warning.
The vast chambers of the mind house the most egregious of horrors.
|Posted on May 8 at 10:18 am||Reblog|
It’s 5:26pm, and I am waiting on Lee to patrol and to discover it.
It is my out of order sign hidden within a locked stall in the women’s bathroom.
Yes, I did lock it and then crawled under the stall to get out.
7:15pm and the door has been opened. I repeat. The door has been opened. Someone crawled to open the door.
8:00pm that bastard started his patrol without me.
|Posted on May 5 at 10:02 pm||Reblog|
Red: Where I’ve been
Blue: Where I want to go
Green: Eh, maybe
Black/Gray: No way / Hell no / You would have to pay me to go
|Posted on May 2 at 11:40 pm||Reblog|
Ashton: Raggedy shoes, goodbye.
|Posted on May 1 at 11:21 pm||Reblog|
Well then, today has been both awkward and highly rewarding.
I got a free facial.
I got hit on by a lot of people.
One of these people even came into my house.
Also, children, a girl with down syndrome, fat people, and old people are so weird to look at…
Our texts speak for themselves:
TM: Shit, I have to gaze lovingly at Edwin’s fiance. / At least my professor had a beard, that made it less weird to gaze lovingly.
AP: Yes, love of my life, my breath normally smells this bad. Is this going to be a problem?
TM: Heeny is creeped out.
AP: He can smell my breath? What are you doing to him?
TM: Just creepin’ and gazin’
AP: Aw, I wish you were here to creep and gaze with me.
TM: I know m’love.
AP: Gazing at old people is weird. / There are 11 people in my field of vision right now. / The only attractive person is married. / Well, the girl was cute that was doing the eye exams, at least. / But the fat black woman earlier, hell nah. / Oh god, kids are worse.
TM: Also, teenage boys. / EFF. Gay black guy. Ugh.
AP: …girl with down syndrome.
TM: Best moment yet = giving Edwin’s fiance an affectionate gaze while giving Edwin a sensual hug.