I Am So Epic

our heart

Furry Mozart has my heart

born to infodump forced to constantly worry if the other person actually cares or if im making sense or if i said something wrong or if im embarrassing myself or if they want me to stop talking or

My silliest babby :3

Someone please reblog with a cat picture I’m sad being I’m tried and imagining fake scenarios in my head

They could never make me hate you Lance Stroll

me: struggles to write down a coherent sentence 99% of the time

also me: writes a summary of my fav videogame in less than a week currently consisting of 11500 words and it’s still not done

Drop a pic of your cat or feel thy wrath

playing fuck marry kill with my fellow monks and we’re just taking turns going “well. i wouldn’t do any of that.”

no, i dont lose hyperfixations. theyre just moved to a different, slightly less used, shelf in my brain.