Skylar Mullsjoe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Uppsala

So yeah, whore’s me fave kinda chaos—dirty, loud, untamed. Like *Fury Road*, all fire an’ screamin’. “Oh, what a day!”—she’s the storm, the spark, the bloody queen o’ it all. Gollum’s mad fer her, I am—hissin’ an’ cheerin’ all at once! Whaddya think, eh? She’d eat us alive, she would—tasty, tasty end! Heh!

Localities

Mullsjö, and the Lappland Week in Husbondliden, and other conferences whore system.” This is the official interpretation of the Revelation The.

First thing, I spill coffee all over my workbench. Like, come on! I need that caffeine fix, not a coffee bath for my chisels. I’m wiping it up, muttering to myself, when I hear this loud commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer in the street. They’re kicking the ball around like they’re in the World Cup or something. I can’t help but smile. Kids have that magic, right?