I’ve never been more emotionally conflicted in my life. On one hand, I have shipper PTSD and am unable to fully accept the potential reality of Caryl after so many g’damn unfulfilled promises. And yet I am also freaking the fuck out. So.
I didn't even hear him but I felt his arms wrap around my waist. Naturally, I jumped from shock and was about to scream for help when he said, "You know, it's not safe to leave your phone in the car in plain view. Especially without a password for anyone to snoop." What freaked me out the most was when he freaking turned me around and had a stupid smirk on his face, saying, "Which do you prefer, kitten, angel, or baby girl. Judging by your Tumblr, I guess I'm daddy?" I AM FREAKING FUCKED!!!!!!!!
I LEGIT SCREECHED OUT LOUD AT THE END I AM SHAKIN IN MAH BOOTS HOLY FUCKIN CHEESE ON A CRACKER
Okay. So at work they came up with this thing that we have to give a demo class in front of all the teachers in the school and I am freaking out because you know too well teachers will say shit about you whether you did good or bad. And I’m afraid I’m gonna do bad. Anyway, I have to choose a literary text and like explain it in 40 minutes and I’m shitting my pants because I can’t find anything simple enough to teach in 40 minutes. So please, I need your help in case you have suggestions. Any genre would work. I’d appreciate the help.
and my paranoia makes sense bc my grandpa literally DIED in the room im sleeping in rn and it wasn’t a bad death. just old age health problems. but what if this room is cursed now and the mirror is a dark object and something bad is gonna happen. its gonna destroy everything and i cant sleep. i have to keep looking at the mirror every few seconds. i keep imagining the scariest things in vivid detail and it scares me even more. i am so freaked out !!!!! this is awful.
who the fuck does daniel james howell think he is? posting soft selfies with a lil’ bit of thigh showing? wearing oversized striped sweaters? looking completely adorable but also attractive? what the fuck
Okay so I found my dead grandfather’s journal from 56 years ago. This is some old stuff, okay, and I was like yeah I’m gonna read a page or two.
Basically he wrote down this road trip he did with a friend of his (name is Giulio) but at some point it gets so weird.
I’ll try my best to translate it from italian to english (english is not my first language) and well, I’m also having a hard time trying to read my gandpa’s writing cause he wrote like a drunk snail.
Now, beware, my grandfather was an italian man dedicated to work, church, work and work, who believed in the traditional family and all that Jazz. But at some point I reach this part where he writes: “yesterday me and Giulio slept in the same tent as mine was stolen at the gas station. As it was really cold, we slept close. In the middle of the night I realized that the warmth next to me did not belong to my Nadia (his fiancé at the time, my grandmother). It was the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt”.
And I was like allright that’s some weird no homo bullshit but who cares.
BUT THEN IT JUST GETS WORSE.
“I was having a cigarette whilst Giulio was asleep in the car, having a nap before we hit the road again. In the midst of the smoke of my tobacco, I saw his face and thought that the woman who is going to marry him will be lucky”.
Grandpa, what the hell?
BUT OH NO IT JUST GETS BETTER.
“We shared a bed. Old motel did not have spare rooms, it was awkward at first. Then I started thinking that the warmth of Giulio’s body is somehow becoming more familiar to me then Nadia’s.”
Now, I have like seventy more pages of this goddamn journal but I am pretty fucking sure my gandfather had the worst crush over his best friend.