seems i have found the one thing that can successfully pull me away from tumblr: being sick—and still having to go to work even though all i want to do is pull the covers over my head and let the whole world burn. god i hope this ends soon, this is not a fun way to spend my few precious hours of sanity.
vaguely listening to an episode of Inspector Lynley when all of a sudden the world stops and holy fuck I would know that voice anywhere and can i just say that Richard Armitage has a voice that could seduce me to do very very bad things
you know when you pick up a book thinking that this will interesting and then you find yourself seven hours later gasping for air cause you can’t stop laughing and you are pretty sure that if you could marry a book, you…well you probably wouldn’t marry this one…but you would have one hell of a hot affair that ended with both of you riding off into the sunset, bleeding, bloody, but content to spend your last few hours wrapped around each other despite the fact that the world is going to end tomorrow cause of that giant asteroid plummeting to earth……um…what was I saying?….oh…yeah….well you know that feeling, right? That Holy Hell What Have I Found And How Was I Living Before I Found It, feeling? It is just too fucking hard to explain, even with all that, how much i fucking love this book i just bought.