Head Empty Only Jobin Thoughts

Currently on my way to do anything besides what I'm supposed to be doing (studying some stupid off brand dutch for exams) because I HATE IT

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

there’s something so fucking magical about bookstores and libraries

spin the wheel for a genre!

tumblr is the best bc I can say that Kermit is a butch lesbian and at least one person will agree with me

beanie baby dragon is crossing your dash

I think one of the biggest reasons I enjoy jjba is because I envy this level of confidence and sincerity in storytelling. See, I would not have just said something as fucking stupid as "bullet-deflecting oil." I would've come up with some kind of Watsonian bullshit magic-science explanation that at least squared with the logic of the story instead of just saying "Oh, it's an oil that deflects bullets" and moving on to the next thing. But that is not because I am a better storyteller, no, quite the opposite. It's because I'm a coward.

Well oneof you is lying

I'm full of so much joy right now and there's nothing I could post without sounding like woodland pixie dancing on a toadstool. playing a viola or some shit. we're talking whimsidaisical, I know cringe is dead but this could revive it. I'm frighteningly close to talking like a leprechaun. instead I'm just going to be happy without posting about it. I'm doing this for your own safety