silly hours

I engage with fiction in a normal way. don’t look at my blog

measure twice cut- well no go measure again because you forgot

white people stop saying “cooked” and go back to “toast”

getting sniffed by an animal is for them what petting is for us. when a beast can't stop going sniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniff at you it's like their version of cuteness aggression.

You'll be minding your own business watching the x files and then bam. Gillian Anderson prettiest woman on earth. okay now back to the aliens impregnating zoo animals

a lot of stories are about the fantasy of someone going to find you when u disappear from a group function

It’s that time of year again

Duuude don't question my version of events I'm such a reliable narrator. I'm literally the protagonist and the main character. You can literally read some of my internal thoughts, that clearly means you have complete access to an objective view of my thoughts and feelings and a correct impression of my characterization and the events unfolding around me. I'm not omitting any information from the audience. Nevermind that timeskip just now