#i'm self-aware

Me reading about housing segregation while sipping tea and listening to Pointer Sisters while wearing a United Pixelworkers shirt under a hoodie for a co-op.

@doctormeetsfandoms in my own defense I do know that

Just kidding, I’m rewatching Yugioh on Netflix. Anime for life

if you ever see me gleefully sharing news of my pregnancy or welcoming a new addition to my family that i intend to raise myself, please stop and talk to me about it for a good minute, becuz either i matured about 27 years overnight and that's fucking incredible so you might want to learn from it, or i've been brainwashed into doing something i have absolutely no emotional, psychological, or financial resources for.

Imagine, if you will, a clip from an unknown Buster Keaton film. There is no context given, and no hint of a narrative. There is only Mr. Keaton--that late, great silent film physical comedy savant--in a blindfold. He is in what appears to be a warehouse for discarded banana peels and fine china. As he attempts to navigate his way through this strange location, the gaunt, rictus-grin face of Willem Defoe begins to superimpose itself on the scene. Soon, the piece is equal parts lovable farce and terrible, all-pervading smile. This is, in essence and metaphor, how I think it goes when I flirt with women.

I post a lot of random shit. From Barbara Palvin to Atmosphere to Stu Pickles. Damn.