dear god i've seen what you've done for others and i want the same please please please

No one talk to me until Van Palmer kills her mother/ burns down her house/ both

coming back to brooklyn from southern california is so jarring... i am in the real world again... i still don't have heat... i wash my clothes in the bathtub....

Looovvvveeee sitting with the hotties in the Weill Cornell gender clinic

if we don't see shauna/all of the yellowjackets doing some fucked up shit with Jackie's skull the writers can PACK IT UP