I get so high from connecting with people that sometimes I just sit back and evaluate my emotional levels with this vaguely nonplussed detachment.
This was a very pointless update, but I mentioned this fact elsewhere and thought it was funny and it is midnight so yeah
ETA: While I'm at it, Tweeter109 just finished her book and my heart is currently shattered in a million awestruck pieces. That is much more worthwhile than reading about my weirdness. I sound sane, but I'm actually so desperately mindblown and witless that I'm reacting with a mask of unusual calm. GO READ "THE FOURTH PIPER" AND LET YOURSELF BE SWALLOWED IN LYRICAL PROSE AND FOREBODING AND SACRIFICE AND AHHHHHHHH
Huh where did that mask go...
YOU ARE READING
Verity's Book 2.0
RandomBecause I'm the worst at coming up with inventive titles... New random book. Mostly the same stuff. I'm a hectically busy girl adjusting to the perks of adulthood (buying your own personal block of cheese at the store, amirite?) and enthusing over t...
