If you're drinking wine past midnight, you're technically having wine for breakfast, right?
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If you're drinking wine past midnight, you're technically having wine for breakfast, right?
I just ordered two new Funkos and a book online. Now I have to wait for nearly 10 days until it gets delivered. This is so stressful when you’re self-isolating and don’t reall know what to do anymore to pass the time.
I’ve managed to get out of a toxic relationship nearly six months ago and thinking of this still fills me with joy and pride.
It took me about a year to make this decision but it is the best fucking decision I’ve made.
I participated for the first time and finished four days early yesterday. I can’t describe how proud I’m feeling of myself. I’ve never written so incredibly much.
It feels so weird to not having the pressure to write this evening.
I just received a short but super lovely comment on ao3 and it totally made my day and now I can’t stop grinning stupidly.
There’s gonna be a midnight premiere of Endgame at my local cinema this Tuesday/Wednesday night, but I can’t go because I’ve got to work super stupid shifts on both days.
Fucking shit my holidays will be over after Monday. I’m dying here.
I’ve just uploaded the first chapter of my new Stucky fanfic and I’m so super excited and nervous.
It’s been years since I last wrote something.
Just noticed my twitter consists mainly of cats, drunk tweets and Chris Evans retweets.