#singwithimpertinence

My girlfriend’s brother’s girlfriend kinda looks like me and it freaks me out

I write random words in script when I’m bored during lectures/meetings/talks

Whenever anyone says “It’s going down” in front of me, I burst into song (different songs each time)

What’s your favorite band?

calculator: list fifteen things that make you happy

My friends

My roleplay ships

The fact I’ve found someplace to play a character very much like myself

The fact my ex roommate remembered the second ‘t’ in Katt when she put my name on my Starbucks cup

Starbucks, just as a general rule

Doctor Who being back

Really nice art supplies

Trains

The hat SJ sent me / hats in general

My KU hoodie, it’s waterproof/water resistant

Listening to poetry

My big sister

Videos of small animals

The fact my school’s library has a section dedicated to books you’d find in elementary/middle school

they have my favorite book I read in middle school Drums, Girls, and Dangerous Pie

Music

totally been listening to Ed Sheeran’s “Bibia Be Ye Ye” on repeat

Today’s my bestie’s birthday and I want everyone in the GRPC to know! Heath (@singwithimpertinence) is super awesome, sweet, adorable and always ready for you to turn to if you need someone to speak with. She’s one of the most sincere people I’ve come across in this community and I’m honestly lucky as Hell to have her in my life.

Why do I feel like this is about the same show I've blacklisted to hell and back, but can't seem to avoid?

I blame Supergirl for Xander, tbh.

The warmth from the small mug the stewardess provided didn’t rid the chill and Travis fidgeted with the air control once again. There was no use, the coolness in first class was too uncomfortable and he worried he may be coming down with a cold. Travis set his mug down, a tea bag tab laid on the tray and he looked out the partially visible scene, as he’d lowered the visor to give him enough dimness to nap. There was still many hours left in the flight to Paris and he knew he’d need the rest before their scheduled arrival. 

Travis’ attention carried to the aisle and he looked past it, recognizing a man from the small town he visited frequently. When they boarded the pair made small town, amused they were on the same flight, as they boarded in Portland. Travis, one for small talk, thought it’d be nice to speak to the man again and he waited until he chanced a look in his direction before giving him a polite wave. The seat next to him was empty and he said, “If you’re not tied up with anything, you’re welcome to join me.” he offered. “We can discuss the productions you’ve taken part in and put on.” Travis found theater fascinating and knew it was something Benjamin took part in back at in the small town.