my mom asked why i don’t read as many books as i used to and i just said it was because i read a lot of unpublished stories from independent writers online and she thinks that’s very good of me to give undiscovered authors a chance
i just read gay porn
I can’t get on tumblr on my computer because it refuses to work. Guess I’m stuck on mobile.
i think you can tell everything you need to know about a person by which of les amis they cry about the most
So I’ve tried every Internet browser. Still my dash is a garble of text and white.
I’m so frustrated
“why do you ship that? it’s never going to be canon”
WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY DASH. IT IS ALL MESSED UP AND I DID NOT WALK TWO MILES TO THE LIBRARY IN 90 DEGREE HEAT TO THE LIBRARY FOR WIFI TO NOT BE ABLE TO GET ON TUMBLR.
WHAT THE HELL.
I’m going to bed. I’ll deliver my angst fest tomorrow when my brain isn’t mush from all my emotions.
And now I want to write a whole AU fic loosely based on the movie/musical Ghost with Grantaire as the sassy con artist psychic who can only see Enjolras after he’s died.
Plot bunnies at 2am. Damn you.
I should go to bed.
Oh god. I’m working on my e/e prompt I was sent and I’m listening to the Ghost: The Musical soundtrack at the same time and I’ve got so many feels that I’m kinda crying.
That’s not pathetic right?
Enjonine seriously gets to me. I’ve never written this much angst before.