Im really trying to understand where I went wrong at what point exactly did my idea of the perfect man become an alien with an exoskeleton and mandibles who’s in a relationship with his sniper rifle
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
there is a thin line between being sassy and being an asshole and i cross it everyday
I’m starting to wonder if there anything Spock and I can’t do when we work together. Seems that the older Spock was right. Our partnership… our friendship really is something… special.