If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
protip: if you cant remember someones name, just call them “old sport”
The most horrific thing about getting close to someone is the thought that at any point, they could lose complete interest in you
*gets my nipples pierced at Claire’s*
once a whore you’re nothing more i’m sorry that’ll never change.