I am extremely online but in like the Loser Way. if you try to make me use instagram or tiktok I fumble around with it like a grandma who has never seen a phone before. if you send me a tumblr screenshot however, I will tell you that not only have I already seen the original post but that I'm mutuals with OP
there’s absolutely nothing better than reading a 100k word fanfic, that is until you remember you have a body that is starving, thirsty and incredibly sleep deprived and hasn’t used the bathroom since the sun set 8 hours ago
me cross eyed and seeing double:
utilising the gift of imagination to hallucinate moments of tenderness between fictional people
hetalia isn't even an anime or manga to me. it's like my dumb loser son with a 2.4gpa who barely got through high school but i still love him dearly bc i never had high hopes for him in the first place. i love you my beautiful idiot son. please move out of my house
