Ewwww.
I really have the feels… They are not behaving.
I have gone from bloodthirsty Viking rage at the injustice of the world, to giggly fangirl made of candyfloss, to murderous she-bear of rage to wanting to cry because I’m too warm and I don’t know if I want more pepsi or not.
All in about ten minutes.
Marillion, stop playing soppy love songs at me, they make me giddy/sad/angry/sleepy/hungry.
(Marillion aren’t really here, I have spotify on…)
I am going to shut up and go to bed until I’m not ridiculous any more.
