What a light and breezy time we’re all having in this pit.
This is getting entirely too real.
Just as I was starting to get really emotional about how close I was to the end of the line, it rained sleeping bags.
Season nine, let’s do this.
Welcome to the end of season eight. Stuff a bunch of pillows into your shirt. Now fall down. Fall down repeatedly.
I watched the last four of these back to back, and it was the most destructive decision I’ve ever made in my life.
Because they SHOULD still be making out.