I hate being perceived. I'm cooking and suddenly someone walks in. Best believe I'm not anymore.

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I hate being perceived. I'm cooking and suddenly someone walks in. Best believe I'm not anymore.
I hate when I'm doing something and become aware that I'm being observed. It can be the most mundane thing and then I'll become the most incompetent person at it ever
me sowing (getting a front row ticket to see julius caesar at the fancy globe replica theatre in may): haha yes
me reaping (remembering that because it’s an “authentic shakespearean experience” that the actors will probably talk to me): ah fuck
i know i have a common name and that i was partly named Emily because my mom always saw it on tv but damn i wish movies and shows didnt use my name so much
ugh
Idk what it is, maybe the anonymity of tumblr, but I forget that people can and probably will perceive the things I say in tags. I apologize to those who have to see my shit and also hope I haven’t been an asshole
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there are PEOPLE in my HOUSE how am I supposed to do my LAUNDRY