my life is a continuous cycle of avoiding taking a shower and then avoiding getting out.
I'm a dauntless born seventh year at Torchwood, studying to be a shadowhunter, trying to escape the Enclave. I survived the Reichenbach Fall, a couple Dalek invasions, and the Delirium.
Now excuse me while I go to my mind palace and brace myself, because winter is coming.
It’s 1:35 in the morning.
Why the hell am I still here.
Just posted more story.
I’m going to go back and read it in the morning.
I’m going to be like
Probably re-write half of it.
But I still won’t like it.
I have a really good plot line.
But it sounds like a 5th grader with a thesaurus fetish wrote it in my opinion.
Oh god so tired.
It’s after 12, I just got back from FFA.
Don’t join FFA unless you like motivational speakers.
I’ve been getting up at 5:30 for 3 days.
I need sleep.
Therefor I’m on tumblr.
I’m so delirious.
So here’s a Hitler gif.
I have school tomorrow.
Running up that hill.
Having a crush is like coming upon a hill. From the base, it looks extremely tall, and almost impossible to climb. But you think it will be worth it once you reach the top. So you struggle up this hill, only to find that it wasn’t as tall as you thought it was…and the view isn’t all that great.
MapCrunch is taking over my life.
I’m going to unplug my internet.
This is going too far.
I’m going to get 5 hours of sleep.
Spent three hours clicking a forward arrow.
Found no airports.
Saw a man’s junk in India.
Not even sorry.
I’m going to my mind palace. Goodnight.
I’m going to bed! Two hours after I said I was going to bed, I’m going to bed!
This is final.
I’m tired and going to bed
I’m tired and going to bed. Hope your Christmas was bitchin.
I’m now exhausted from all that insanity.
Goodnight tumblr. See you in the morning :)
Yay thanksgiving break :)