phantom-thought

Because if I’d gotten on that ride, my friends would have actually heard me scream. Like a little girl. Like a little girl who just woke up because somebody licked her foot. Like a little girl who just woke up because somebody licked her foot, and then when she turns on the light there’s an evil clown sitting in the middle of her bedroom, eating her pony. There’s no comebacks from the clown-pony scream.