when I was little, I went through a phase where I’d wear my Spiderman costume under all my clothes, so I wore it for about 3 years straight and my mom never found out until one day when we were at a family party, I was wearing the costume under a really fancy and expensive dress, and someone started choking on something so I ripped off the dress to reveal the costume to try and save them, and I think my mom just about had a heart attack
Centuries have passed and I still have no idea what to put as a title for this post. If I had to be completely honest, figuring out the title to my papers and posts is probably the most difficult thing besides surface integrals. I don’t know why. That’s why you shouldn’t ask me that.
The summer wind is fast approaching and I’m in love with Esther Greenwood. But she lives on the other side. She lives in winter. Always winter for her, it seems. I don’t want to be like Esther though. Neurotic. That’s what she called herself. Is that bad? Is it? I don’t know. I DO NOT KNOW. Please don’t ask me.
There’s something in the air, though. It’s that smell that strolls in your nose after you get the chance to feel the safety of your freshly-washed blanket…your favorite blanket. The one that you cannot live without even though you do live without it. You only see it when you are home. Which is not often, is it?
OH GOD NOOOOO
GONE WITH THE WIND
What have I just watched???
Omg!!! This killed me inside