to be loved, to be loved
My phone has decided to randomly stop sending me text messages. Not all of them, just sometimes. I don't know if it hates me, or hates twitter, or both.
I've accomplished absolutely nothing today, because I was too busy reading Arthur/Eames fic to, you know, do homework or write. I think I'm broken. Arthur/Eames broke me. Or, no, they are just the latest party drug and I need to be broken from them. I DON'T KNOW, PLEASE SEND HELP.
(Hahaha, I'm watching movie with JGL, and just typed "PLEASE SEND HIM." I will, in fact, accept deliveries of either of those things.)
Also, also, also, someone should tell me what to do with this silly comment fic, because I'm stuck on it. :( I JUST WANT EAMES TO PLAY WITH ARTHUR'S HAIR. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO GET COMPLICATED?
I've accomplished absolutely nothing today, because I was too busy reading Arthur/Eames fic to, you know, do homework or write. I think I'm broken. Arthur/Eames broke me. Or, no, they are just the latest party drug and I need to be broken from them. I DON'T KNOW, PLEASE SEND HELP.
(Hahaha, I'm watching movie with JGL, and just typed "PLEASE SEND HIM." I will, in fact, accept deliveries of either of those things.)
Also, also, also, someone should tell me what to do with this silly comment fic, because I'm stuck on it. :( I JUST WANT EAMES TO PLAY WITH ARTHUR'S HAIR. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO GET COMPLICATED?