#also fav charlie mcavoy bu story is how they shared a bed after a night out and he sprained his ankle so bad otter had to carry him out (via @formula3)
honestly same. between this story & jake making charlie buy him bruins tickets once charlie was a bruin whenever a goalie he liked was in town, their vibes are sooo funny To Me.
Some higher being is laughing at me cause Padam and proti toku are the only jo songs I've not heard live (Proti toku doesn't bother me cause I don't really like it that much). BUT PADAM, I need need need to hear it live I need it for my soul. If they play it tonight I'll be real upset.
Sitting in the grocery store parking lot, shaking the steering wheel with tears in your eyes while screaming, "I've gotta get out of here" is a totally normal thing, right?
Also also, we talked about the time I lived in isolation at my parent's farm for five years because they didn't give me enough money to actually, leave the village and do stuff, and didn't support me in any other way either. Like, who thinks, "Yeah, imma let my disabled child rot in a seperate part of the house where we don't have to have much contact with them and go on with our life as if they don't exist."
hardcover or paperback? bookstore or library? bookmark or receipt? stand alone or series? nonfiction or fiction? thriller or fantasy? under 300 pages or over 300 pages? children’s or ya? friends to lovers or enemies to lovers? read in bed or read on the couch? read at night or read in the morning? keep pristine or markup? cracked spine or dog ear?
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I just remembered that I have a ko-fi, so if you ever wanted to throw money at me for any reason (for Fjord-posting? for making a gifset? for finally getting around to Midst? for not being as ornery as I have been historically?), that's the place to do it.
Taking a little (bus) trip down memory lane today.
When I winnowed my library a few years ago, I gave most of my culled books to friends. One of said friends found my old bus ticket in a Janet Evanovich novel, where it had been loyally marking my place for two decades.
I love this little snapshot of me from 20 years ago - when I left for work (early), when I finished work (mostly not too late), that I had a Friday and Monday off - why? I don't know! Was I sick? Was I using banked time? Did I have appointments? All I can say for sure is that whatever I did that long weekend I didn't take the bus.