at least in this lifetime, we’re sticking together.
the problem with reading nine dorothy sayers novels in two days is even your depression thoughts start sounding like a late-1920s british female member of the peerage, not overblessed with stoicism or common sense, but with a heart of gold and occasionally very useful in a pinch
“my god, life is positively too beastly for words, isn’t it? i really think i may just lie down and expire this time, i really do. don’t you wonder sometimes how anyone even goes on? i think i shall shut myself up inside the dumbwaiter.”
it looks like ridely and isabelle are snake and cloud’s fursona’s
If i knew like 5% less about video games and you tried to tell me which of these characters were named Snake and Cloud and which ones were named Ridley and Isabelle i would NOT believe you
my roommate just dropped her phone down the side of the couch for the third time in the three months we’ve lived here. neither i nor chinchilla have this problem with the couch. for some reason i’m the only person with the spatial reasoning and engineering skills to retrieve it, which is performed by maneuvering a scarf into the side of the couch with a long knitting needle and using it as a sort of phone rescue sling.
every time it happens she stares at me miserably for a long moment, like perhaps she thinks i ate it
must a sport be entertaining to watch? 