this post is drenched in profanity and maniacal thought processes
...and then i realized i haven't posted anything since motherfucking august, for christ's sake, jesus fucks what is wrong with me and why can't i stop swearing like a sailor
punctuation and capitalization are overrated, except they're not and i'm really just too tired to give any fucks.
for a fleeting moment just now, my brain said, "stop fucking swearing it's fucking offensive" and i told it to shut up and then i became rather cognizant of the fact that people probably shouldn't be having internal shouting matches, it's kind of weird, probably.
i'm spewing nonsense and it feels kinda great, but please find some duct tape or something before this gets even more insane and i do something awkward like write an essay analyzing the possibility that ziam has actually happened (thesis statement: yes it totally has, no you can't argue with me about it, liam topped because that's what liam does, lou was a bastard about it for ages, harry smirked a lot the morning after, and niall sighed a bit and stared sullenly into the fridge).
this is what happens to me at night, i get fucking manic-hyperactive and i contemplate all the reasons i should be thrown into a psych ward (the top five reasons, in no particular order, are called harry, zayn, niall, louis, and liam).
it's time to stop.
punctuation and capitalization are overrated, except they're not and i'm really just too tired to give any fucks.
for a fleeting moment just now, my brain said, "stop fucking swearing it's fucking offensive" and i told it to shut up and then i became rather cognizant of the fact that people probably shouldn't be having internal shouting matches, it's kind of weird, probably.
i'm spewing nonsense and it feels kinda great, but please find some duct tape or something before this gets even more insane and i do something awkward like write an essay analyzing the possibility that ziam has actually happened (thesis statement: yes it totally has, no you can't argue with me about it, liam topped because that's what liam does, lou was a bastard about it for ages, harry smirked a lot the morning after, and niall sighed a bit and stared sullenly into the fridge).
this is what happens to me at night, i get fucking manic-hyperactive and i contemplate all the reasons i should be thrown into a psych ward (the top five reasons, in no particular order, are called harry, zayn, niall, louis, and liam).
it's time to stop.