My Brother Told Me That He Doesn't Like Talking To Others But That He's Fine With Talking To Me Because

I finished Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo at one this morning, and wow, what a ride. That money was well spent. I will have to bide my time before I can go raid another bookstore.

I’m hungry but it’s 1am and I don’t want to wake up my parents as I fumble around the kitchen for thirty minutes as I try to find something to eat.

Midoriya, barely conscious while healing in a hospital: UA. . . can you even imagine it?

Bakugo: We go to school at UA, Deku. We live there.

Midoriya: Oh.

Midoriya: . . .

Midoriya: But can you imagine it?

Tragic is the fate of a snowman. Much more tragic then is the fate of the snowmen that fall in love, melting away from the inside, losing their foundation as they crumple together, and realising they would prefer nothing else than the warmth of their snowlove’s embrace.

I mostly just want to go to sleep. Also to watch Legally Blonde, but mostly to go to sleep.

I sure don’t remember taking my trash out, so someone must have snuck in and replaced it while I was asleep. I wonder who it was.

I don’t know why this started but I freaking love vending machines. And not real ones either. I mean like, anime-style cartoon kind of vending machines. It’s the idea of a vending machine on a street where a group of friends meet up every day after school. That’s where secrets are shared and feelings are confessed. It’s where they go when they’re sad, and when they celebrate. It’s big enough for them to climb on top of and sit there, leaning on each other as they stare at the stars or the sunset. And even when they drift apart, move away, or find their own lives, when they come back to visit family, as they cross the road and see the old vending machine still standing, they always have a quarter to spare for their favorite soda. But real vending machines could never live up to my expectations.

My friend offered me a ride home but I already had a ride so I didn’t go with her, but as she drove away she shouted “I love you!” out her window and I just kind of

*melts in a puddle of happiness*

like wow okay you actually care about me I didn’t know that awesome

Today I learned that my friend has a Tumblr account, and this is a problem because if I ever mention having one, she might ask for it. The problem is that I have mentioned her on my account. The problem is that I really don’t want her knowing what I wrote.

I always think of Dazai whenever I hear “Demolition Lovers” by My Chemical Romance, because, y’know, yeah