about 90% of fanfiction takes place in a utopia where men are thoughtful and unsure of their place in the world

literally what the fuck do you mean its still january. how is that remotely possible. its been six months minimum

uphill. in the snow.

when u look at 2017 and think “oh that’s only like 3 years ago” and it’s actually 12,000 years ago and everything is gone and everyone you know has been reduced to ash and the world is completely different

when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain

My toxic trait is that no matter what I need three hours to myself at the end of the day to do absolutely nothing.