December 2011
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The theme song for today is “fuck yes” and the soundtrack is the slow wheeze of a dreadful weight lifted.
I win everything.
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gyzym:
big spoon/little spoon: aziraphale, by and large, chooses not to sleep; he doesn’t particularly understand crowley’s fascination with it, though he tends to write it up to “sloth.” typically this results in crowley asleep across his thighs while he balances a large tome on crowley’s shoulder;…
yes excellent
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I remembered today that as a child I learned a lot of cowboy ballads and sea shanties. They were all about getting shot to death and drowning to death and, in one particularly pleasant one, starving to death and haunting the crap out of everyone.
I know more verses to “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean” than should be allowed. Pretty much everyone gets tuberculosis before the end.
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Sometimes I am skyping and I look at her and I think “oh god she is so lovely, I am so lucky, fuck” and then I want to tell her about it and I don’t because I am an emotional cripple.
Just, holy fucking shit. (I am frequently reduced to profanity.)
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Followers!
There are more of you! Um, I am very very bad at being a human being on the internet, but I like all of you lots.
Some of you are a little intimidating.
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