2. what a fucking week for my feels, bro.
Blah blah soccer! I am actually too emotionally exhausted to even talk about it, though tumblr remains a horrible record of what a fucking mess I was. All I have for you rn is that this dude
is the prince of my heart*, the step in my groove, my rain in the desert, etc. One day I'm gonna do a huge terrifying post about it.
It's in google docs so you know that's real talk.
*all of real madrid is also the prince. ALL OF THEM.
2a. Speaking of which, this is a thing that tyrannicides and I are writing now, apparently. It's 25,670 words so far and I made graphics for it.
Cool. Great. Normal late-twenties-year-old stuff.