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So I’m reading Red Dragon at last and after all the fics it’s so weird to get used to the narrator calling Will “Graham” instead of “Will”, it feels so cold and formal, though it’s also amazing that our warm feelings towards this cinnamon murder bun manifest even in such seemingly unimportant details
This used to be about stupid stuff.
When I first started this blog I had it about the cheesiest things. All surrounding the emotions of wanting to be in love, having a crush, unrequited love, etc etc. For awhile I only reblogged all the things I would say are silly but still had a solid spot in my heart that centered on all the emotional feelings that I never like to admit.
By and by, I don't know where the time flew, because remembering it now and questioning how it journeyed to this, all seems like a blur.
It was a blur.
Things have a funny way of showing up. And the way they leave you does have an effect. Like how it effected the things I reblogged and posted on here. And to what this blog has now become.
And all of a sudden the whole blog only reblogged angst posts of breakups and the heartbreaking emotions that ran with it.
It's just stupid stuff that really meant something for some reason. I forget that I can post whatever I want on here. And i think one of those things is that, I got my heart broken. And honestly the feelings still linger longer than the actual relationship. And I'm going to keep reblogging stuff till either this blog somehow starts taking a turn once again like it did in the past. Or till I moved on.
This used to be about stupid stuff. And it turned into a bunch of my feelings about him. And the feelings after him.
Which is stupid stuff. Really cheesy, stupid stuff.
Taste
This taste brings up bad thoughts. I can now say I know what it is like to give in to somebody's desire just because. I don't think I necessarily wanted to. But I did it anyways. It's a detaching feeling. I am so disconnected that I don't know exactly what's going on. If you could help me, would you?
