*heelys into class 20 minutes late with a large iced coffee and an enormous raven perched on my shoulder* sorry i’m late. maurice wanted to stop for drinks *holds up the cup so the raven can take a sip*
the equivalent of having a midlife crisis in your 20s is starting and getting really invested in a long running d&d campaign with a group of equally depressed close friends until it literally consumes your every waking moment
time??? you actually think i have something as luxurious as spare time??? i have to laugh. no time, we simply ignore all our other, far more important responsibilities like disasters
“i saw this and thought of you” is my favorite love language
a gift bought on impulse and lovingly given at your next meeting? a pretty rock picked up and polished clean on the hem of a shirt? an obscure reference to some inside joke only you and they share? a funny internet meme? they’re all ways of saying that “this thing brings me joy, and i want to share that feeling with you, because i associate it with you” and whenever i actually think about that for any length of time i honestly feel like i need to just lie down for a while
i’m SO sick and tired of all my nosy new neighbours. don’t they realize it’s RUDE to ask a lady her age? or what happened to her late husband? or why they only ever see her out after dark? or why she covers all the mirrors in her own home? or if that’s blood on her clothes?
