flossie

‘don’t worry, that’s just their natural overly anxious disposition’

hellohello! i’m flossie short for florence (ren is also fine), i’m 16, and i’m from the uk (<//3)

my blog name is @flossershapsmaybs as in possibly, perhaps, maybe but abbreviated

professional poor doomed sapphic bassist

chronic referencer of everything from classic literature, to music, to shitty internet memes- which i sometimes integrate *too* well into my speech

i’ll post about pretty much anything- including my personal life and my studies, but my main interests and fandoms are: BOJACK HORSEMAN!!!, ancient greek theatre, dr faustus, tomodachi life, inside no 9, british politics, poetry, FILM, music, and quizzes :3

looking for oomfs and friends who are similarly whimsical :P

tl;dr the blog of a loser awkward mentally ill gay british teenager

is loser an emotion that you feel too?

Please let me do it again,

so that I can briefly feel fine.

If I can just repeat it again,

just one more time?

I have my rituals,

they calm my anxieties sublime.

So I need to do it again,

just one more time.

I’m just being cautious,

I don’t want to cause any harm.

It’s simply being careful,

two- no, four- no, eight time’s the charm.

Of course, I’m caught red handed,

but it isn’t what you think.

Maybe it’s the cold, or a sunburn,

not my addiction to the sink.

I would promise it’s okay,

and that you don’t need to tell

but I’m worried about the consequences-

my lies dooming me to…

I know it’s not good for me,

but it isn’t a crime (touch wood)

so please, let me do it again

just one. more. time.

an original poem by flossie :)

part of a real conversation with my friend.

Sara being overtired and stressed walked into a door