My anxiety level is sky high this evening, so of course my head is running five separate thought processes in the attempt to distract me. Most of them are small mini essays narrated as if somebody gives a fuck about small personal things of mine.

For instance my relationship with my Madonna moments, when a piece of media makes me stop and say “oh Madonna” (oh our lady, mother of god)

Almost none of my favourite works has had a Madonna moment, but I have very high opinion of all the works that gave me one

One sometimes forgets how strikingly, heartwrenchingly beautiful The Goblin Emperor is

Am I watching a pirated episode of the GK live action with JP dub and Russian subtitles?

I wanted to GO TO BED

Hornyposting in the comments

Viva la fregna, I say, as I send I picture of the worst man alive with his tits out to a friend

Ah yes, my blorbos (I have a penchant for small blorby pokemon)