Meanwhile It Has Taken Me An Entire YEAR To Put Together The Bare Minimum Of Even Marginally Useful Thoughts

*dips quill bitchily into the inkwell*

I was hurrying through the arsenal when this tree

creature in fiction: *is portrayed as bad and mean*

8 year old me: but what if there was a good and nice one :0

friendship appreciation post

the inability to recognize bait has severely impacted the internet

plunged my arm in our 2kg bag of coffee, petting the beans and inhaling the scent

I found it on the street in the sun and thought it was dead at first, so I wanted to bring it home and nurse it back to health but

discovered that these moths don't eat as adults. It started flying again after a day or something so I let it fly off again that night.

It developed an attachment to my radiator pipes

throwback to when I found a very fluffy moth and it lived with me for a bit and then it flew off

I like pointing my phone camera at my own legs in wide-angle mode and pretending to be a big spindly-legged giant that is very far up

Dracula: does not eat or drink

Jonathan "it's probably fine" Harker: He must be a very peculiar man!

Dracula: has no reflection

Jonathan "probably nothing" Harker: that was startling

Dracula: literally lunges at his throat

J. "Crucifix Beads" Harker: !?!?!??

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