Ronan At The Barns (napping With Cows)

Ronan: The world didn’t have words to measure hate. There were tons, yards, years. Volts, knots, watts. Ronan could explain how fast his car was going. He could describe exactly how warm the day was. He could specifically convey his heart rate. But there was no way for him to tell anyone else exactly how much he hated Aglionby Academy.Any unit of measurement would have to include both the volume and the weight of the hate. And it would also have to include a component of time. The days logged in class, wasted, useless, learning skills for a life he didn’t want. No single word existed, probably, to contain the concept. All, perhaps. He had all the hate for Aglionby Academy.

Adam: “With a dreamer.”

Ronan:

Bonus

Daily Life with Thrandy Leggy and Friends™  (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

me: I don’t want to draw because I’m no good

my brain: you have to draw to get better though

me:

clock: 6:21

me: sick raven cycle reference

Um... Way better than the covers here. Unfair.

New: Japanese Behemoth oh the left with Leviathan

rabioheab:

my one dream is to travel back in time to the middle ages and bring some large speakers and loudly play a skrillex song and watch everyone freak the fuck out

“Ronan began to laugh,”

me:

MAGGIE RETWEETED MY TWEET. DOES THIS MEAN SHE’S CONSIDERING IT