How to feels to realize a hyperfixation of massive proportion is taking root directly into your brainstem and you now have something to make art about for the foreseeable future
Been reading Dracula and so far my favourite parts are when Jack Seward detours from writing about the undead bullshit to talk about some insane guy, they give Reinfield zero relation to the plot for the first half of the book other than Jack thinking he’s neat. Like yes king, tell me that work tea
People complaining about headcanons and saying shit like ‘Sirius would NEVER wear a skirt’ or ‘james would never date regulus/sirius/sybill/literally anybody’ will never not be funny
Like girl. You respect these characters too much if you think they have any free will. They don’t! They are my Barbie dolls and I am a bored 7 year old girl that asked for a lego set and got dolls instead. Plastic hair will be cut. Arms will be broken. They are mine to do with as I please
And frankly, you’re ruining the vibe by insisting that I shouldn’t contort these dolls into horrors beyond comprehension. You could have so much more fun if you were as fucked up as me. Cmon girl. You only live once
Social anxiety be wack as well, I’ll be like hmmm I do not understand this math problem, I should ask the teacher that has been nothing but nice to me for help, but then my body goes “well actually if you make eye contact she will shoot you with a handgun” like shit can’t argue with that
Me when I have to face the consequences of my actions
(I had chocky milk despite knowing that I can in fact not tolerate milk)
Idk why everyone feels the need to explore the ocean, like that’s none of my business, go away
Everyone who says ‘it’s not that deep’ when people analyze and talk about media, I need you to know that I hate you personally, how does it feel to be mayor of frown town
Not to be dramatic but I would die for deputy Andy Brennan