when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack
the promise of emails from my good friend jonathan is my life raft in the storm rn
I hate it here is for all the girlies who grew up reading books as a precocious child and dreamt of worlds that exist only in a sophisticated imagination, for the girls who live in delusions
i am a woman at war with herself, torn forever between my love of detective fiction and my hatred of cops and cop media
it’s so fucked up that detective is a type of cop irl. it’s more like a gender to me