middlingly Sapphic, spiffing, history-devoted lady of 22 years
Epitaph: Friend to dead writers & strong drinks.
Middle of the day: Undressed, drinking wine, finishing (hopefully) my lovely lush fan-fiction. Ah, heady days, indeed, friends.
I remember all social interactions like war flashbacks.
Me: How can I meet cool people like the people I meet on Tumblr in real life if people like them never leave the house?
Me: (never leaves the house)
I woke up this morning and the first thing that I saw was that my alarm was set and hadn’t gone off.
So I had 5 minutes to catch the bus.
I did manage my eyeliner and lipstick, but I’m still hoping this morning is all a disappointing dream.