felled, dazed, silent

why can’t you just GO to a bonfire night why do i need TICKETS for a bonfire night i refuse to show a fucking QR CODE for a bonfire night. we used to be a country. we used to be a fucking country

i know when a book is described as ‘a ghost story but not really’ or ‘a ghost story… of sorts’ it’s going to be good shit. it’s not a good ghost story unless you’re uncertain whether you can categorise it that way. if you’re sure it’s a ghost it’s not a very effective ghost

one toxic thing about my new workplace is i have what can only be described as a platonic crush on my line manager to the point where i’ll literally do anything for her like shes meryl streep in the devil wears prada like her demands are close to unreasonable but i will simply say yes maam of course maam anything for you. because i admire her so much