so who else gets irrationally afraid and embarrassed about their interests being known to people in real life
#i’m not embarrassed but#i hate the thought of having to guard what i love#and defend any of my interests to others#people are the worst i don’t want them to know me
I call this “residual anxiety from being bullied for everything that made me even slightly unusual every day in junior high.”
she’s a brick
sex is a lot like reanimator. it’s strange, exciting, fun, emphasizes the use of certain body parts, jeffrey combs is there
i hope the afterlife is a 1980s nightclub
this is one of my favourite quotes taken out of context
little spoon or big spoon? satin or flannel? hot chocolate or tea? socks or slippers? kisses or hugs? blankets or pillows? white noise or asmr? midnight snack or glass of water at your bedside?
the cha cha slide in full metal armor
“sliiide to the left”
*indescribably loud screeching of metal against asphalt*
“one hop this time”
*clonk*
“two hops this time”
*clonk clonk*
“everybody clap your hands!”
*clankclankclankclankclank*
does anyone else understand the very specific emotion that is just….. Lord of the Rings ?? like.. do you ever just think about it or imagine reading the books or something, and you just feel it… idk what else to call it other than the LotR emotion…
“If your father has his way, we will do nothing. We will hide within our walls, live our lives away from the light and let darkness descend. Are we not part of this world?”
