Gracie was a work of art. She was woman born from the finest of human juices. Both her parents were of the top tier human pedigrees. Pure blooded human. In this uncertain time filled with mutants and monsters, Gracie herself was an oddity. The man walking down the street…
This is an accurate portrayal of how metal heads meet.
The wind produced by the windmill pushes the doorbell button
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.
“WHATS THIS? WHATS THIS?”
i wish i never made this post ill never get my dash back
reblog if your icon is the thing you transform into under the full moon
I uh… what.