a twinge of cosmic angst
|somewhere in one of the many dark and hallowed spaces of the room, a robotic violinist struck up the first few notes of a certain haunting requiem. it was pitiful, really, with no one left to dance.|
so I am looking through my photo booth pictures on my laptop bc I have no life
and I find these
I ship my own characters who will never be together and I think that says a lot about my shipping habits in general
the swim team at my school was able to slip in “we go in hard and come out wet” in the yearbook and the...
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the worst part about joining a new fandom is when the shiny happy idealistic stage wears off and you slowly become aware of the asshole part of the...