Fanfic authors: “This is a slow burn fiction! 150k and the kissing starts in [middle chapter]!”
Me:
To remember that I was loved in this life
I wasn’t gonna buy any jerseys this World Cup, but now I think I gotta get myself a Haiti one.
I have a fantastic partner and I have no complaints about our relationship, but some days Paris Paloma’s Labour just gets stuck in my head while I’m raging at the world. It’s a general rage, not a pointed one, but it’s rage nonetheless.
They know me so fucking well.
Please Use AI
Somedays, I wonder if my body has decided that specialists are like Pokemon and I "gotta catch em all". Fuckin exhausting.
Some folks might consider these over baked, but this is perfection to me. Lunch is allllllll set for this week.
My Manchurian Candidate trigger word is the opening notes of All I Want for Christmas is You.
For non-Christmas music? A Thousand Miles or Be Ok