Sometimes I just sit and think about all of the people who I’ve ever spent any good amount of time with and I wonder if any of them thought I was pretty or charming or if I was just a bitch. I wonder if any of them harbored a crush on me and it drives me crazy. I just wanna know
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livestream!
Henry IV Part I is winding down! Into battle we go!
Henry IV Part 2 will begin directly after in about 20 minutes. Come to me, tumblr peeps!
Meanwhile, I try to understand my mailbox (where do my answered asks go?!?!) and write some.
And somewhen I am going to make a post addressing that scene at the end of Thor, because I have some feelings I need to share.
Woah, 70 pages deep in my Dashboard. Time to stop and reblog some of my likes. While I watch Castle. Hum. What is my brain doing.
And I need to write some more, I think. And go visit my livestream. Oh, my life.
Here, have some <3 to my fav tumblr peoples: toomanylokifeels, thoughtbutterfly, chaosmustbemaintained, destinyglowstick.
My sleep schedule is so fucked up, y’all, I can’t even explain. I forgot to sleep one night, and so got to bed at 6am, then slept til 6 that night, then tried to reset by staying awake overnight and not going to bed til midnight the next night (30 hours!) — except it didn’t work. I didn’t get to sleep til 2 and then didn’t really wake up til 9:30 … pm.
I’m so screwed.
Also, Tom is causing me great pain. It HURTS, y’all.
I’ve got sodium_amytal’s great fic open in front of me, at least three random people who appear to be at least interested in hiddles live-porn, and missing-e to experiment with …
and I have not slept in over 30 hours.
I’m done, yo. I’m gonna go dream of Tom-as-Prince-Hal, and try to make some live-porn happen tomorrow night.
It’s one of those nights where I want to meet Tom so badly it’s deranging the sense of reality in my brain.
I’m really physically close with most of my friends; I hug and glomp and cuddle and punch and brush and smack and tease and chatter. I /want/ that. With him.
Ugh, what is wrong with me.
WatchingIron Man 2, it’s easy to forget, during Tony’s wacked out party, that he thinks he’s dying. Like, isn’t going to live another year.
There were going to be srs thoughts there, and then I saw Scarlett’s boobs.
I need a gif for when someone I follow, but who doesn’t follow me, reblogs me. The Wheel of Tumblr; I feel vindicated.