Right! That's It! I'm Going To Hollywood And Making A Calamity Jane Movie!

Right! That's it! I'm going to Hollywood and making a Calamity Jane movie!

The inside of my thighs are so soft, y'all.

Ya wanna kno how I know there's no god? Cause if there was a kind and loving god in this wretched universe, I wouldn't be getting gender envy from fucking Russell fucking Crowe

It would be the greatest joy, the most eager pleasure, and the highest honor to completely break Domhnall Gleeson. To utterly destroy him. To disassemble him down to his most base self and rebuild him as I see fit. I mean this both entirely sexually and completely nonsexually at the same time.

It used to bother me that I can't connect to people. I'd see people just walking up to others and just chatting away, or someone being able to talk about something without being asked a direct question. I've tried, and I don't know why I can't. I can't pretend like that. Why doesn't my face move like that? Why doesn't my voice vary like that? Why does it feel like I have to perform an emotion for people to notice I'm having one? Why do I have to mimic others to express myself? Why don't people notice when I express myself in the way that comes naturally to me?

She just. Reached out. And stroked my hair. It was 5 days ago. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.