I just found the BEST birthday present for my roommate/best friend. I’m going to tell you and hopefully she doesn’t see this until after her birthday.
So shes obsessed with the Beatles and Dr. Who and I found a t-shirt of Dr. Who characters crossing Abbey Road. Bam.
Who else wants to be best friends with me? I’m excellent at the business, obviously.
Hi I’m Eileen. I’m 3% human, 97% fandom.
I just want to say that when Sherlock left the wedding early it broke my heart into a billion gajillion pieces and oh god I just want to dance with him forever just to make him happy
snow is falling and Christmas lights are still up and twinkling and school restarts in just three days but this long, hard winter is fused with warmth from family and friends. That’s something to be thankful for.
If anyone needs to unfollow me these next few months because of my excessive sherlock fangirling please do so I am so sorry so sorry
I miss home.
I miss my Asian smelling house and eating pans of brownies at Kita’s and eating 6 cantaloupes with Molly and basically living in her pool. I miss the summer when I spent too much time worrying about Statistics but also simultaneously didn’t spend enough time hanging out at Jade Palace with Linda the Fabulous Vietnamese Cashier or going to Graeter’s with my sister. We never did actually manage to go.
I miss the steamy streets of Louisville and being in a city that raised me and watch me grow. I miss crawling onto my mom’s lap as she Skypes with her sister and I even miss her incessant worrying. God, it’s only been two weeks and the Nostalgia Monster is eating at me with a ferocious power. Sometimes before bed, while I’m lying amidst the terrible heat that is our humid, non air-conditioned house, I think about transferring back home and being able to live three more years in my bedroom and once again being at least 15 minutes away from my closest friends at all times of the day.
I know that I’m an awful romanticizer, in that I take things that aren’t actually so dreamy and perfect and I make them so. Moving back home probably wouldn’t be so idyllic. In fact, I’d probably want to pull a murder/suicide mission on my mom in roughly 2 weeks of moving back. But at the end of the day, there is no denying that I am missing things. Things like, my sister growing taller and our porch getting redone and the master bathroom getting painted a hideous shade of yellow that I swear I could have talked my mom out of if only I weren’t a couple hundred miles away. Important things that are small up close but eventually add up to huge life-altering kind of changes. I don’t want these things to happen without me, but at the same time I feel like moving away forced me to grow up a little. I hated it and resisted with every fiber of my being but it did eventually happen in the end. I guess I should be grateful for that.
It’s just so hard, being split between two places.
- Having a full pot of coffee already made when I come downstairs. None of my roommates drink coffee so I always make it myself and smelling coffee as I’m crawling out of bed is probably one of the best feelings in the world.
- Actually having a dishwasher. I am so happy about this that I actually am willing to do the dishes.
- Having people around that have seen me without 4 days of showering or when I’m on my period plus I have a cold and I feel awful and act awfully. Walls fall when I’m back at home because when someone has seen you at your worst they deserve you at your best.
- Having food, even gross food that I hated, made by my wonderful, overbearing mother.
- Being in my house that has loved me and cradled me through it all; goth phases to heartbreaks. Each room has a meaning, each object has a memory. For that, I am grateful.
It was so good.
sit somewhere quiet and play Holocene by Bon Iver really loudly and tell me it doesn’t make you realize lost parts of yourself.
Something I wrote down in the middle of August.
Relying on the warmth from the trailing ends of summer to pull me into December.
I forgot how to tumblr aaaah this isn’t like riding a bike