Marshall is just a simple man, caught in a web of fashion he doesn’t understand…
Oh my god. It looks as though she whispered some sort of horrific Lovecraftian secret of the universe to him, and his soul simply gave up right then and there, leaving him an empty husk.
I’m dying.
(via orangealligatorteeth)
Source: dongyuesifengyuan
I go by James, Punch, and Geist. Pick one.