My family is going to Disney and I’m legitimately sad I can’t go with them
I don’t care that I go at least once a year. I know it’s super expensive and I’m lucky to be able to go even that often, but for me it’s like going home. I never want to leave once I’m there. Part of me wants to just move down there in a few years, even though it’s a shitty state for LGBT rights.
Mickey has been quiet for too long. I fully expect something to be destroyed when I go downstairs
I just want to curl up in my bed and sleep until June 30th
So tired and pretty damn unhappy
But I have some pretty sweet cupcakes from a pretty sweet person



