((It may be a while until I have the money to properly start on that head I want to make. So, until then, I might as well play with designs for the rest of the outfit. I’m not sold on purple boots, yet.))
I’m really mad at myself. I should be looking forward to going to Disneyland with my best friend but I’m honestly dreading it because I just feel so fat and ugly and like I don’t want to be seen by anyone. then I have to worry about all the food, not knowing how much I weigh, and constantly being watched by people who will probably question me if I don’t eat a lot… this should be fun but of course I ruin everything for myself and other people.
i’m actually considering trying to find another secondhand ticket and flying in for one night and trying to finagle getting time off at work so i can see this fucking play, is this what the denial stage of grief looks like??
I couldn’t give less of a shit about Rebecca White and her supposed baby.
I’m here for Robron. I’ve only ever been here for Robron.
So watching that episode where Robert fell apart, where he was snarky to the White sisters and told them they were nothing and Aaron was everything, where he said that he wanted to let Aaron deal with this on his own, and not push him in anyway, that’s the Robert that I know and love. That’s the Robert that I have missed watching. That’s the Robert that is so beautifully in character, that watching him feels like I’ve somehow got Robron back. The Robert who is insanely in love with Aaron.
It’s as though, Emmerdale is telling me that no matter what happens, they will always love each other that much. That they will always find their way back to each other. And you know what? That’s all I need. That’s the epic love story I’m here for.