*Somehow Amy Acker comes up*
Me: HER FACE I CAN’T JUST IT’S A FACE AND IT’S JUST *flailing and sobbing sounds*
Mal: … Do you like, have a girl crush on her then?
Me: … No, no it’s pretty definitely not just a ‘girl crush’ and is an actual crush. Not bringing up the part about Wes living in my head and all dat creepy jazz.Mal: You should just like…. have lesbian sex with her and get it out of your system.
Me: *Face* *Brain* *Explodes*
LUL THIS IS ALL THAT’S BEEN ON MY TUMBLR LATELY. In other news I had a night of utter lovely and love and I adore my life.
But lul this conversation was funny AND WELL IT’S THE ONLY THING GOING ON MY TUMBLR ANYYWAAYY.
Noonecares
I wish I could always be as beautiful and perfect as I am at cons because I’m perfection. So many people here adore me, love me, and they make me believe I’m worth it. Because, right now, I am. And it makes me perfection. It makes joy, and beauty, and it makes me brighten everyone’s day. And then people continue to love me. And it makes me happier. And it’s a cycle of beautiful. I’m not broken. I’m not sleeping my life away. I’m not terrified my friends will leave me because they’re tired of my tears and anxieties and fears.
I’m just perfection.
Wow I just wrote the most artsy fucking poetic summary ever for Ze Story (it’s called Almost btw) and I know it’s probably really stupid and I kind of adore it AND NO ONE CARES BUT MY SOUL CAARREEESS.
In case anyone gave damns (none of you do)
Preview of my story. Because I adore this quote more than I have words for and it sort of pretty accurately summaries the whole damn thing. (Not really but kind of.) (THERE’S EVENTUAL HAPPINESS OKAY. … EVENTUALLY.)
‘He rose slowly. “Illyria has a surprisingly human capability to fuck herself over. And if we’re fucking ourselves, we may as well fuck each other.”’
I know no one cares but me but my brain cannot stop caring.
I have realized how much I can or cannot handle Alexis Denisof’s face is directly proportional to how much stubble he has at the time.
I never can handle Amy Acker’s face. Ever.
HAHAHA NOPE THESE POSTS AREN’T GOING AWAY ANYTIME SOON UNTIL I GET THIS DAMN STORY OUT OF ME. I’ve written like. 30,000 words in the last 3 or 4 days it’s ridiculous T_T. SHOULD BE DOING HOMEWORK YOU KNOW. ALOT. BUT NOOPPEE.
Day of the Moon // The Name Of The Doctor
In which the Doctor learns about love from his father-in-law
Oh hello my OTP I somehow always forget about (which isn’t okay as Amy is me and Rory is my ideal guy and why do I forget about them) (… Um, honestly, because they’re not painful enough and they’re what I want from my actual life and what I want in stories is complex and sad and broken and not actually what I would ever really want.)
Oh. No.
I just found a youtube playlist with everything recorded Regina Spektor has released or anyone has recorded.
I’ve always gone out of my way to never find all her songs, to only find a few more every few months, so I never ran out. So there were always more for me to discover.
…. I guess this’ll be it, then. Well, until she keeps releasing new things.
