Okay so this dude with a doctorate?? Who specializes is Old Norse??? Just makes his instructional videos in the middle of the wilderness in the Midwest??????
im so ready to be in a relationship so whenever the universe is ready hmu with a keeper
i posted this yesterday then today this cute boy held my hand and now he is sending me memes
Reblog for love
i reblogged this yesterday and my crush kissed me today
I’ve been dating my boy for 2 years and today he sneezed directly on my face and got a booger on me :’) Love is just so beautiful
god i could write an entire essay with cited source passages of libretto about How Badly alfred wants someone to love and for someone to love him in return. you’d have to jail me to shut me up and even then i’d keep babbling away to myself in solitary confinement.
I have a giant stuffed lizard that I won at the fair when I was fifteen and slept with continually for years until his stitches popped in like six places. I plan on fixing him, just haven’t yet. His name is Paddington.
I used to draw weird snaky dragons with butterfly wings almost constantly. (Sadly, I am not much of an artist so they were not particularly good weird snaky dragons with butterfly wings.)
When I was a little kid, I was super into building castle-and-garden complexes out of colorful wooden blocks. Then I’d take a photo of the castle so I could have a record of my achievement while still gleefully knocking it down to start over. 🙂
When I was seven I had a bronchopneumonia that landed me in the hospital for several weeks on oxygen and fluids. When I got to the hospital my lips had started to turn blue from lack of oxygen and the doctor told my parents I could have died from the fluids that had started to build up in my lungs. I missed almost two months of school just from how weak it made my immune system and honestly I’ve struggled with various health issues since then that I’m entirely convinced has something to do with that experience.
i’m one of those weird mutants that can’t eat cilantro because it straight up tastes like soap to me. (seriously, if there’s even a tiny amount in something, i know right away) and i find it funny when i tell people this they try to make me eat it more! then i’m like “do you hate me, martha? do you really want me to be unhappy? because some people CAN’T taste it like YOU can and it makes me sad that you are actively trying to shove it down my throat like that’s going to cure or change my taste buds!”
I feel that in the last year, my ability to fully experience emotion has increased drastically as my depression has started moving on. I feel like I’ve been born as an entirely new person, but this post is the first time I’ve felt comfortable calling it a permanent change.
I’m always starving when I’m not alone and busy at work and as soon as they leave me on my own up here and I can eat whatever the fuck I want at the desk, I’m not hungry at all? Okay, @ me.
“Sending love to anyone who had to put on someone else’s clothes & agree to answer to a name that isn’t theirs in order to go home today. Sending love, as well, to everyone who isn’t welcome home because they refuse to do so.”