There was once a born princess with skin white as snow, her hair was black as night, and people would stare wherever she would go. But with beauty, came tragedy. The princess soon lost her father, and was betrayed by her stepmother. She became a...

*juges*

_{i am shamed}

yougottapunchback:

“If it was your life support you’d be dead. Cause I ate it.”

_{“You ate my poptart.”}

yougottapunchback:

“It’s a poptart not your life support.”

_{“But it was my life support.”}