We got a new bookshelf and the other day I walked into it because I wasn’t used to it being there and I got a big knot in my arm and an even bigger bruise, so we moved it.
And I walked into again. And hit my OTHER ARM.
So I have matching bruises.
Because I’m a doofus.
I’m watching “Tall Tales” and Bobby is just so their dad.
It’s so cute.
Headcanon that one time Ed accidentally called Roy ‘dad’ and Roy was all chill about it and was like
“What is it, sweetie?”
Accepted. So fast.
So the first time I ever watched The Hunchback of Notre Dame, I was 21 (yeah I don’t know how I missed that during my childhood) and it made me *so* upset, so sick, just I couldn’t deal with it because dear jesus christ the abuse (and the alcohol didn’t help; I didn’t know what I was getting into and I’d been drinking already and that was not a good mix) and now it’s back on and I’m watching it because I can’t not but just so you guys know, I might cry again. Like this movie just kills me.
i need some physical affection and 3 bottles of vodka