it's me & my flannel shirt against this big, scary world.

[sighs lovingly.]

“do not fear, for i have redeemed you; i have summoned you by name; you are mine.”

poughkeepsie.

uh, oh. i'll never stop admiring tim henson. how can someone be so pretty & so talented at the same time? it doesn't seems fair!

communication & commitment issues. tired of this endless loop.

“there ain't no me if there ain't no you.”

i thought flowers smelt better.

what's your freaking problem? (affectionated).

the fine line between deep hatred for a character & knowing you're disgusted by their actions because they're your reflection.

this page has been accumulating webs & dust. responsibilities of adulthood, i guess. that sucks!

how am i supposed to pay attention to the interview when he's sat there looking like he owns the place? i'm just a girl, you can't blame me.

it's been a while (i've been working like a freaking maniac).

head hurts.

oh, i'm so excited to go back to work tomorrow & become, once again, a lifeless zombie who's exhausted all the time.

don't think i've ever mentioned it before, but i used to hate gloomy weather till death stranding became my favorite piece of media, ever.

every day i wake up and think about the tragedy of obi-wan kenobi & anakin skywalker's friendship/brotherhood.

uh, oh. you have bad lucky, my friend. i'm emotionally constipated, not really able to create new bonds.

who allowed the creation of spencer reid? was it to haunt me with the inevitable truth that he'll never be real?

nothing ever lasts forever.