will you be my overexplainer if I'm an overthinker?

"you're so funny!"

thank you, I've absorbed an immense amount of films, tv shows, books, musicals, comics, and cartoons, all of which have shaped my personality, given me an attachment to non-existent people, emotional outburst, and a desire to escape from all problems into fictional worlds.

unfortunately, my brain can't see the difference between the death of a dear person and a favourite character.

what's in my bag:

I can justify a fictional man committing a war crime but if a real man breathes too loudly I'm ready to kill him.

date idea: I'm stabbing you in the stomach while the song "love crime" by siouxsie is playing in the background.

bitches be like "this is my husband" and it's just a picture of their favourite actor who's old enough to be their father.

it's me. I'm bitches.

ursula k. le guin's daily routine

"can you stop shaking your leg?"

oh, right, sure! just give me a gun and I'll shoot myself – seems like the only way to stop being anxious, I guess.