It’s not raining on my face-
Catherine Tate asking the right questions
Thoughts of Flight | Arthur Darvill
THAT IS NOT ARTHUR DARVILL. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS.
I’m crying because it’s such a beautifully done song with heart-wrenching lyrics and that would be enough to get me crying but then it’s my FAVOURITE COMPANION’S WORK. I AM NOW SOBBING.
I don’t like songs on repeat but this has been on loop for like 3 days. THANK YOU ARTHUR YOU WONDERFUL MAN
This is SO freaking cool it’s insane. I would have freaked out at the giant weeping angel though
I crave intimacy but am terrified of being intimate with anyone. I am a straight woman who doesn’t trust a single fucking thing about any straight man.
If I can’t even handle hanging out with the people who love me already how am I supposed to find someone who has to learn to love me, which means hanging out with them? The paradox is awful. I’m happy with myself, my life, my friends, I could never say that before, but I truly love everything going for me, So why is it NOW that my issues are resurfacing?
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have a functional romantic relationship. At this point I don’t care, I can’t stand the drama around dating. I’d rather continue my reading and being by myself and not worrying about what I look like, attracting men, or worse, only getting attention from guys who only want me for a brief period of time and only for my body. I’m disgusted by that. I’m so disgusted by my history with that that I don’t trust anyone interested in me. That may be fucked up but at this point I don’t give a fuck anymore. I will be forever alone and will LIKE it.
Fuck if I know,
~The Dancing Ood