Alex. 25. Baltimore. I ENJOY THINGS. The things I enjoy most of all are movies, books, history, food, cocktails, tea, writing, listening to eclectic music, cyberpunk, urban fantasy, Brit-coms, Harry Potter, Firefly, Doctor Who, Star Trek and absolutely ANYTHING involving Sherlock Holmes, especially adaptations, fanfiction and crossovers. I'm a lover, a writer, a critical thinker, a casual shipper, and a die-hard Troper. I'm here to make friends and drink whiskey. And I'm all out of whiskey.
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ON HIATUS until May 19th. I will return then to flail and squee over the Elementary and Doctor Who finales with all of my lovely Internet friends (read: you. Yes, YOU).
This morning while I was getting ready I was watching Sesame Street.
They were doing this bit where some clown was trying to wash his hands but kept washing his feet or his elbows and Elmo would go, “no mister noodle, your HANDS!” and all the tv kids would laugh.
Around the fourth or fifth time he couldn’t find his hands, I heard a grown man yell from somewhere else in the motel, “GODDAMMIT, MR. NOODLE.”
LITERALLY MY FAVORITE STORY ON ALL OF TUMBLR.
don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. but you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. they’d know how insecure you really are. so instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.