Me at the hotel room🥲✨️🖤

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Me at the hotel room🥲✨️🖤
case changes out and they nerfed all of my witnesses amta when i catch you
I wanna say sorry to you guys for not making you content but you guys don’t need the sorry and that would be an unhealthy thing for me to get stuck in my head. I’m not creating for you guys, I’m creating for me. So instead, I’m gonna say sorry to myself for not having the time to create, and I promise I’ll do my best to focus so that I can have more creative time soon.
not to be needy on main but come plot with meee
it is 1.34 am and i just finished my mapping project. i'm torn between extreme joy and extreme exhaustion.
posting this before bed in hopes of causing it to happen again: last night a magical thing happened and i dreamed an amazing episode of brooklyn nine nine amy got shot rescuing a bunch of people from a hostage situation (it was badass), and she was taken to the hospital, and when she woke up from surgery jake was there? but jake had made the panic decision that he should make her hospital room into something she'd like, so he'd used her apartment as inspiration and covered the ENTIRE ROOM, like EVERY SURFACE OF THE ROOM, with paper doilies. "YOU LIKE DOILIES," jake yelled, wide-eyed, from beneath the doily on his head, when amy through the haze of several different painkillers still managed to judge him. "I THOUGHT YOU APPRECIATED OLD-LADY CHIC, AMY!!!! I THOUGHT THIS WAS HOW YOU ROLLED!!" i've honestly never been sadder to wake up in my life, it was so beautiful