Tired.

To be fair if a woman became nine feet tall and handed me an axe to show she had affection for me I think that would fix me actually

don’t worry about the ‘dies irae’ notes in my leitmotif i’m totally fine

paid â phoeni am y nodau 'dies irae' yn fy leitmotif dwi'n hollol iawn

All the little angels rise up, rise up!

Well, well, well. If it isn't the consequences of someone else's actions that I am directly impacted and severely affected by

sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and i'm losing sense of time

absolutely hate it when the pleasurable activity procrastination hits. i’m going to do something fun that brings me joy but not yet. yeah, not yet. not yet. maybe i shouldn’t do it at all, it’s not that fun

Listening to songs and thinking about something the songs aren’t about

In honor of Carrie and Star Wars Day. May the force be with you!

They should invent sleep that works