Farfalla Adventures

Might fuck around and start watching Say yes to the dress and make a huge spreadsheet of useless info like how many red dresses there are or how many times the bride does not have an engagement ring or the composition of each entourage or the age of the brides or the names of their partners or the main plot point, or the designers or the times they go overbudget and by how much or how many times the bride ends up with a different gown than expected or

Oh, to be an indie music band (the lumineers style) and write a song called Oumuamua that doesn't mix the enigma asteroid with girls nor boys and just has a deep, deep longing feeling about visitors that can't stay, and sorry you found me unprepared like this, how we point our eyes to space and say goodbye to Oumuamua as it passes, and we will never meet again, and I don't smoke, but a cigar is such a lovely shape, and maybe we could hitch a ride and have a chat and maybe, just maybe, be back in time for dinner.

Thinking about that time this summer when I was walking alone back from the club to the residence, and saw a guy walking in the same direction as me and I (F20), of course, walked up to him and told him that I would keep him company so he wouldn't walk alone.

How long until they make Chad×Ryan canon?

Might fuck around and do intensive research involving how people view Edward Hopper's paintings because I'm tired of people saying things like "looming", "empty", "void", "mysterious", "abandoned".

Where's that post that says "straight couples be like: marriage is HARD but I LOVE my HUSBAND. Every morning when I wake up and he is laying next to me I want to THROW UP, but he is the most BEAUTIFUL PERSON IN THE WORLD sometimes he gets on my NERVES AND I WANT TO SHOOT HIM but I don't".