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I don’t WANT a career. I want to cuddle and sleep and eat and read and create and love and be loved.

washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes

it's Ryland Grace's own damn fault for hearing there was a ship named Hail Mary slated for a one-way trip into space and not immediately clocking that it was gonna be "full of Grace" whether he wanted it or not

partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that

Love going to bed with a new, good daydream scenario fresh in my mind. Like yes girl, movie night!

Being an adult will have you unironically craving a vegetable

often you will see things online where you just have to be like "what a strange thing to say" or "i don't think that's true :)" to yourself and try to move on or you will lose your mind

anybody out there hiring gay losers. ideally a 100k/year salary and i work for one hour every day when i feel like it. thanks

you need to understand that i have two sets of headcanons. there's the set of realistic headcanons based on my genuine reading of the show, and then there's me playing pretend with my dolls.