I am about to tweet for the first time in a long long time and I want yall to know its cos you either know me enough to not ask questions or you dont know me enough and won't ask questions
Darksquidges last month vids are back therefore giving my life some sembelence of cohesion (correlation not causation)
Im afraid to say though that means its over for you bitches
So dystopias on the cards, for my module and like life, so Im treating myself to romance with each one - currently cursing the world that a grumpy literary agent isnt in love with me so there may be issues with this resolve
I am a very reasonable lady in her late 20s so of course I am chomping at the bit for a tango ice blast before I go for my birthday drinks with my mates
Dont judge me
Or do
I am apathetic to your percievement when a tango ice blast awaits me
I saw a post about someone naming a dog socks for socrates and now no force on earth will stop me getting a little calico cat called chai after tchaikovsky
Thank you for coming to my ted talk
Between being stared down and catcalled several times making me wanna cry and getting my books signed that makes me wanna cry in a different way its odd i do not have tears