why’d they have to go and get me excited?

what is a writer, if not a miserable little pile of ideas and half written google docs

Ok BUT where does big tiddy himbo uncle fit into this equation?? is that his final form

Wild that there is a Me in the future who is laying contently up against my lovely future husband on our bed in our own little place and thinking back to This Me right now like a smug bastard going “You clown...... you’re going to be so happy..... you don’t even know it yet..... you’re gonna have good things happen very soon and I know all about it.... I even know the exact dates.... and you’re sitting there thinking you’re going to end up unhappy while I know good news is right around the corner.... you fool ;)”

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everytime you reblog this tumblr gets gayer

Happy Halloween the 1st!

I´m only alive when I can wear wool sweaters and cover myself with blankets. When I can burn candles and cook some tea and soup.