I Think My Psychiatrist Is Evil, Snoopy...

sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.

I'm so lonely, I say as I don't try to make friends

Will is so much better than me, my soul would have left my body if I found Georgia under my bed

no one talks enough about how hannibal canonically calls will ‘boy’

peeing after robot sex so i dont get an hdmi

thinking about stobotnik

Watching Hannibal, Will, and Abigail's relationship progress is like watching a deer about to get hit by a car

(Abigail is the deer, Hannibal is the driver, and Will has the moral dilemma of calling for help, grabbing the steering wheel, or ignoring what just happened)