Whoever is in charge of spying on my search history probably thinks I’m a fucking weirdo. Tonight, it’s been mostly maps of Russia, camping grounds near Washington DC, popular baby names from 1937 and 1958, drugs that cause liver damage, and 1960′s divorce law.
writing a fic?
No, I found a time machine and I’m gonna fuck some shit up.
Published
just moving along like everyone else 