So It Goes...

sitting around wasting my 20s while thinking about how i sat around and wasted my teens

ren-o-graphics

I’m a modern woman and all, but the minute you stick an early 1800s love story with dancing and chaste flirtation and dashing men in their regency era clothing in front of me I am fucking GONE

Me: damn this situation I'm in sure isn't ideal, what am I gonna do about this

Suicidal Ideation Man who lives in my brain: perhaps I have a suggestion ☝️🤓

love writing. writing is awesome. it’s a shame that it involves writing though

i am an ally to all embarrassing and uncool women forever and ever

they should invent friends for people in their twenties

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

today is the only day you can reblog this!