
i genuinely want to speak to you all but i don’t know how to hold a conversation
i don’t know how i’d describe my mood at the moment, it’s like short-term happy but long-term sad
when it comes to reading i’m either reading 400 pages a day or taking a month to read 200 there is no inbetween
“how the fuck are you making hd gifsets of a movie that’s still in theatres” a book by me
the sequel: “how did you make that gifset that episode aired 4.01 seconds ago”
the trilogy: “what the hell that awards show is airing this very moment where the fuck are all these gifs comings from”
im pretty sure by now “tired” is just part of my personality description
with me either i am showered with thirty minutes of makeup and hair done or i haven’t changed out of my pajama pants in three days. there is no inbetween