head empty. no thoughts. just sean.
Not me wondering how many marshmallows Jane would be able to fit into her mouth at one time.
head empty. no thoughts. just sean.
Not me wondering if poetry about heartbreak is better suited to romance or tragedy, I swear.
head empty. no thoughts. just sean.
The weirdest thing happened to me today, I swear.
I was browsing on Facebook Dating cause why not and I met somebody I'd spoken to about six years ago. How odd is that?
head empty. no thoughts. just sean.
To Sleep in a Sea of Stars.
It's by Christopher Paolini, who also wrote Eragon and its sequels, but this is a sci-fi novel.
head empty. no thoughts. just sean.
Twitter: Come see this new post from Jane.
Me: *checks her account*
Twitter: Gotcha! She posted it earlier!
Ugh. Why are delayed notifications a thing?
head empty. no thoughts. just sean.
You'd think too many emotions would be a writer's dream, but I'm here to tell you that it's the worst thing that can happen.
Tldr; Jane has me feeling everything and then some and I want to put it into words, but I'm not sure if I can cause the depth of what I'm feeling might be too overwhelming for it.
head empty. no thoughts. just sean.
That awkward moment when you've somehow convinced yourself that people have been doing addition wrong for centuries and now actual addition seems wrong to you.
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How addition is done: 5 + 6 = 11.
How I've started thinking it's done: 5 + 6 = 56.
Tldr; I'm an idiot. Nuff said.