whenever i comment on ao3 and an author ends up replying i am giggling and kicking my feet so hard like did you know that i love you
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whenever i comment on ao3 and an author ends up replying i am giggling and kicking my feet so hard like did you know that i love you
Like I feel kinda shit for it but I truly do not have the energy to figure out based on fcking posts of someone's Instagram likes and like. The fucking actions of people they support to figure out whether it's "okay" to like them like I just can't
Reporting back over a year later to say that i cried my fucking eyes out at the last book of the björnstad/beartown series
was having a very stressful time & i need to work in less than an hour and just found out that i left what is essentially a very chaotic emotional diary thingy that looks like a regular class notebook at uni i might die
Watching heated rivalry with my mom wish me luck
gotta love studying with lack of sleep and obsession with media because i will accidentally start making memory aids where fictional hockey players are plant hormones
wdymmm heated rivalry discussed on rtl late night
so embarrassing to have to unlearn shame like wdym i haven't done that yet