When you’ve officially ran out of all excuses. (via saraboulos)
Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
- phone: starts ringing from an unknown number
- me: waits for it to stop while feeling very stressed
*looks up at night sky*
*sees more stars than usual*
*mood immediately lifts by 93%*
befriending me is just basically getting a front-row ticket to my easily-excited ass yelling about everything, always. even if i’m not literally yelling i’m still, in spirit, yelling. that’s the ticket you bought. you didn’t ask for it but you got a backstage pass too, free of charge. welcome to hell
- <p> <b>me before catching a cold:</b> i am a force to be reckoned with</p><p></p><b>me after catching a cold:</b> a most grievous illness has befallen me, someone assist me in this hour of peril<p></p>
*slowly inches closer to your pet*
me when feeling suspiciously relaxed: what responsibility have i forgotten