meltdown

guys, it is so hot here.

like walk out the door and your face melts off hot.

like move a muscle and the humidity sticks to you like a blanket of sweat hot.

like wear anything but underwear whenever possible or you might die of heat stroke hot.

but then, just a little bit ago, dark and sinister clouds came racing across the sky, bringing a few glorious moments of horizontal rain, and now it doesn't feel quite so bad.

though i am about to heat it right up again, because i just found this in my mailbox, courtesy of netflix:






oh, edward cullen. i wish i knew how to quit you.