Jesus, sorry apparently i can't type for the life of me 🥴🥴

He made sure I didn't fall off the bed, made sure my head was safe, made sure I wasn't going to choke. He spoke to me, tried to make me laugh, and when it was all over he got me something to drink and sat with me until I was ready to try to sleep again. In conclusion, he is amazing and I love him.

I live around the area that was filmed in! We used to have a music festival each year named after it, and they'd commission artists to build amazing wicker statues that would be burnt. Unfortunately the owner passed away, but they built one last wicker statue in his honour and it still stands.

I used to insist on sleeping in my wardrobe. Only problem was, the toy box was in the wardrobe. I would sleep in a toy box in my wardrobe.

ITS OUT???? MAN IVE BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK

Having Tourettes is only acceptable in public if its cute or funny tics. As soon as tics begin to get violent, people suddenly want you out of their view.

My tics CAN be funny/cute, but the majority of the time I'm trying to break my own collarbone. Let me live.

"Ooh, that looked sore"

That's because it WAS, Deborah. My own nervous system hates me, so please stop commenting on it and let it try to end me in peace. Thank you.

Currently it's Whiplash by Architects 😎

An entire mood. Completely valid. A little treat, you may say.