it’s so petty and no one is to blame but here i am, once again, crying.
c'est la vie mesdames et messieurs
❒Single ❒Taken ✔Married to Queen.
The name is Samantha. I'm seventeen years of age, yet classify myself as an old soul. Sydney prowler, eventual Londoner, I am mentally living in the 1960s and 70s and would like to keep it that way. Freddie Mercury is also my husband. Things that make me happy include Queen, friends, family, animals, fashion, art, music, literature, history and collecting vinyl, as well as other beautiful things. This is a place for me to be myself and meet amazing people along the way.
ugh, it’s happening again.
feelings, you best fuck off right now.
i am not exaggerating when i say i feel super duper lonely atm.
when people reference historically accurate things.
i could just kiss you!
MUSICIANS MAKE ME SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED.
LIKE, FUCK.
I AM STILL WAITING FOR BOWIE TO DECIDE TO GO ON TOUR SO THAT DAD AND I CAN PAY FOR TOP QUALITY SEATS SO THAT WE CAN SEE HIM IN ALL HIS GLORY AND I CAN SOB LIKE A LITTLE BITCH.
i just want hugs.
why won’t anybody give me hugs?
*sigh*
