I'm Katherine, not that you care. I am an actress, a cosplayer, and a writer. If you follow me then I am very sorry.
if you were a twin in ancient rome they would name the firstborn and then name the secondborn after the firstborn
if your older twin’s name was geminus, your name would be anti-geminus
that is the equivalent of naming your children steve and not steve
so what happened when triplets were born
Steve, Not Steve, Definitely Not Steve.
o yea the 90s. the 90s were great. fuckin sick. raw as hell. learning how to speak. crying for no reason. shitting in my diaper
"quickly!" cry the police. "the key to defusing the bomb is an encyclopaedic knowledge of les miserables!" "finally," i say, standing. "my time has come."
Baby: mitochondria. it is the powerhouse of the cell
The first time someone tried to steal my bag in the subway I panicked and I broke his arm with an umbrella and since then none of my friends will let me forget about this.
If you think this was a badass moment you need to remember I’m 5 ft and my bag was a Lucky Star bag and I was crying while hitting someone much bigger than me repeatedly with a frog-shaped umbrella.
you are my hero