dude, being addicted to fanfiction is so weird. you stay in front of your computer for hours a day reading different versions of those same characters falling in love and fucking again, again, again and again. and yet, we’re looking for more, creating more, making fanarts because, apparently, nothing in the world is more fulfilling than fictional love, the love we cannot have. that’s either inspiring or unsettling. or both.
*Hairstyles and Cuts for Wavy/Curly Hair!*
*Twenty pictures of women with hairstyles that have been blown out, flat ironed, and then curled*
Anxiety is like perpetually hearing the boss/enemy music but never seeing the threat.
So far adulthood is just going grocery shopping, realizing you didn’t plan well or logically, going grocery shopping again, repeat ad infinitum. 0/10 stars, would not recommend
i talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t choose rude dialogue options in games because i’m scared of hurting a characters feelings
I’ve read so much Sterek fanfiction that Teen Wolf has become like a spinoff in my head
an inferior one
if you came out of that theater without an emotional attachment to a cgi tree voiced by vin diesel then i don’t know what to say to you son
kinda hurt kinda offended kinda not planning on saying anything about it
Special skills: extensive Harry Potter knowledge, can watch an entire TV show in a week, knows words to every Disney song, can form abnormally strong attachments to fictional characters, Microsoft Word
i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake
tumblr is currently a place for people not at comic-con to sit and wait for pictures of comic-con to be posted. then cry about how we are not at comic-con.