My online friends are better than yours; the true story.
I’ve found that I’m not very good at friendship. The level of commitment required isn’t constant, so I get lazy. Before I realise it, this distance grows between us, and neither of us makes an attempt to bridge it. Oh, I consider it— for about two seconds. I tell myself I’ll do it later. Then later comes, and I tell myself that they’ll do it.
Eventually, so much time passes that I become frightened of the person. They’re mad at me for not closing the distance. It’s too late to do anything about it now. They almost certainly hate me. I curl myself up into a little ball and wish that I had done things differently. The idea of reaching out to that person is now so terrifying because I’m convinced they will reject me. So I do nothing. I quietly mourn the death of a friendship I let die.
I’m not good at friendships; I’m downright awful at it.
I feel like I’m just about done with everything. I’ve had this feeling before, and that was about two screen names ago.
Alright, here we go; work for the third day in a row. After today, I can finally go back to doing whatever the hell it is that I do instead of work.
This is so annoying to me, especially when they pull money out one bill/coin at a time and just drop it on the counter. MY HAND IS RIGHT HERE ALREADY HOLDING THE REST OF YOUR MONEY.
Books shape us. But sometimes, we like to shape them
For your well dressed men!
English cut, always.
English cut is by far the best, fucking beautiful.
Everyone’s going “English cut” and I’m just here salivating over how much I love Italian cut suits.
Though to be fair they’re all fantastic why choose, ahaha.
Off to work now.
a thank you card for cypress_tree, my internet-fandom-writing friend, who has been a source of creative inspiration and Hufflepuffian support since our happy online meeting, and who gives possibly the most wonderful birthday presents I’ve been lucky enough to receive
and I thought maybe ‘net friendship was sentiment other people might share <3
one morning reblog~
Reblogging for truth.
Also for d’aww.
"A conversation about who you like? That’s something I don’t wanna hear, but secretly I’m glued to your every word."
I’d do anything to not go to work today.
(but if I call in sick anymore I’m going to piss off my boss.)
ah, if only.
Last night I was bored, so I watched an entire ant documentary.
It was pretty good.