6:21 P.M.

i wholeheartedly believe i deserve a sword. i am true. i am loyal. i despise treacherous men. what else do you need? knight me already

hey babe did it hurt when you fell from heaven? it did huh, emotionally, right I get that, because of the– yeah the irreconcilable separation from goodness as a result of a single decision that can never be undone or atoned for, uh huh, sounds rough

oh, to be a cartoon mafia boss with two dimwitted but loveable lackeys who, upon my cleverly insulting the protagonist, will say “nice one, boss,” and the second, in a slightly higher, more snivelly voice, will say “haha, yeeah, nice one boss!”

when will Ted himself.. finally show up to the Talk ?

The final boss

You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment and design talks right?

I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer

the reason i want to be a writer is because sometimes i consume a piece of media, a book or tv show or movie, and i am so overwhelmed by how it touches me. sometimes, there is a character or a story line that stays with me, consistently, far past after i’ve finished it, and i become enamored by the idea that someone out there, a writer, created this. a writer gave me this feeling and made me fall in love with something that they wrote. and i want to recreate that feeling for someone else.

i dont know how people handle the world without looking at pictures of little tiny mice sitting on wheat