Posts tagged "that's the tag to saviour if you don't want to hear about my unfuckapades"
Short story: I store all my stuff in my grandparents’ shed because they live in the same town where I go to university, but because I’m going abroad, I need some of that stuff (especially my winter clothes and my three favourite stuffed animals
shutupI’mtwentyyearsoldandI’llsleepwithstuffedanimalsifIfuckingwanttookayand my book of drawings and things). Unfortunately, I packed in a hurry last time, so most of the things I need are mixed up in boxes with things I don’t need. You all know what that means: ENGAGE MAXIMUM UNFUCKING. (Photos and procedure after the break.)
