I'm multi-fandom, but mainly Sherlock and Supernatural. I play guitar, sing, and listen to a lot of music. Sometimes I have myself convinced that I’m Kurt Cobain’s reincarnation. I’m terrible at Tic-Tac-Toe and talking to people.
This is just a personal blog for pictures, reblogs, and rantings. If people happen to like it, then great for me.
Also, I’ve been awake for 16 hours on 3 hours of sleep. I’m about to get three hours of sleep again, after which I have to help my cousin move houses.
It’s nearly 2 in the morning where I am. Which means it’s nearly 3 at home. It’s not yet been a week, which means that even with this small time change, I’ve not yet adjusted. I finally got back to a normal sleeping schedule at home, and now I’ve fucked it up here in Taos. I’m going to be so screwed when I get home.
I’ve decided that part of why I ship Superhusbands and Thorki so damn hard (other than the fact that they’re both so fucking adorable) is my own personal loneliness.
I say loneliness. I’ve got multiple “suitors” as my group of friends have come to refer to them. That, or sometimes “gentleman callers”. But I just lack the will to really respond to any of them. So it’s sort of my own fault too. But I’m picky, especially now that Hiddles has raised my standards.
These are things I think about when I stay up late.
I need to stop going to bed when it starts getting light outside.
