I just remembered that I had been working on a fic where Toby gets his horns tangled with Bull’s while head butting him (even after Cass told him it would happen)
Shit need to finish that…


I want to talk to people but then I remember that I’m boring and I generally don’t have much to say. So they won’t reach out first, and I can’t blame them for it. They know I won’t have much to say, so what’d be the point?

I’m also too nervous and shy to start it most of the time because I hate the awkward nothing after.

Ugh. Why is talking to people so damn hard and make me feel so damn shitty about myself?

I actually broke down into tears when I opened Ocarina of Time when my sister gave it to me.
We played it together so much when we were little, and I was just flooded with happy memories
Also, the necklace hasn’t really come off, save for this photo, since I opened the box :‘3

Drunk snapchats made to my story thing
I’m laughing so hard at myself right now.
Hmmm… Should I do some drinkquisiting???