"When days feel like years and you're immortal and you can eat tons of custard"
-Some QI episode from eons ago.
I may have spent the beginning of my summer vacation lazing about in bed, on the couch, or in thepantry kitchen. I do know that I drift in and out of catnaps to the point where my circadian rhythm and general sense of time-telling comes from when my family is home. The Internet was failing to capture my attention until I chanced upon some Avengers-verse headcanons. They make my heart ache and giggles flow - ALL THE FEELS. It's wonderful, but I know (now) that no one wants to join me. So I'll just go back to nesting in my bed and reading and sighing and giggling and crying and making my room a mess before I go on another cleaning rampage because my life is cyclic like that.
I'm certainly no Phineas or Ferb.
(WILL SOMEONE PLEASE GO ON AN ADVENTURE WITH ME?!)
(GOOD FRIEND TOLD ME ABOUT A RUMORED UNDERGROUND SYSTEM OF TUNNELS OR ROOMS OR SOMETHING AT HER SCHOOL - WHY CAN'T I HAVE THATTTTTTTT? ALL THE FEELS.)
-Some QI episode from eons ago.
I may have spent the beginning of my summer vacation lazing about in bed, on the couch, or in the
I'm certainly no Phineas or Ferb.
(WILL SOMEONE PLEASE GO ON AN ADVENTURE WITH ME?!)
(GOOD FRIEND TOLD ME ABOUT A RUMORED UNDERGROUND SYSTEM OF TUNNELS OR ROOMS OR SOMETHING AT HER SCHOOL - WHY CAN'T I HAVE THATTTTTTTT? ALL THE FEELS.)
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