you know those scenes in movies where the protagonist sees someone attractive and romantic music starts playing as they stare at them doing something attractive in slow motion? well today i went axe throwing with some friends and i was just sitting waiting for a free target when the most stunning butch woman i have ever seen picked up an axe and absolutely nailed her target with it just as the chorus of hozier’s NFWMB started playing, and reader, when i tell you i was transfixed,
i love the 5 seconds of peace i get when i wake up on the morning before the memories of every stupid and embarrassing thing i did the day before come crashing down on me like the weight of the world’s oceans
them: hey i can’t really see that is it alright if i just *grabs it and brings it closer*
me, fighting back the urge to snatch it out of their hands thanks to years of having my privacy invaded and abused in the past building up trauma defence mechanisms that would be difficult to casually explain:
yknow when you’re talking about something you’re really passionate about and you think you notice the people you’re talking to looking bored or annoyed and then you realize that you’re being weird and dominating the conversation too much and you want to stop and also never show your face there again but you can’t bring yourself to shut up because you desperately need to share your thoughts with someone so you just stand there rambling and sweating praying for the ground to swallow you up or god to mercifully strike you down where you stand
