'Reconstructing Amelia' by Kimberly McCreight. The book isn't about a girl with an eating disorder but a quick mention of Renfrew came up and just took me by surprise.
It’s great so far though - just very sad. I feel like I’m getting closer to tears the more I read, but in a good way, I think.
Man, Pikmin used to be the most stressful game ever. I’d get so anxious and squirmy because the creepy-as-fuck looking monsters would gobble my pikmin down and I’d be simultaneously pissed, panicky, and sad because the little sound those guys made when they died was heart-wrenching.
Super fun game though.
once a straight boy was tryina holler n he literally texted me the phrase “*turns into a wolf and snuggles your boobs*” like???? buddy you weird as fuck i wasnt interested to begin with but now im fuckin worried about you like what the hell
I BETTER have done well on the test. I mean, I was tossing and turning for hours last night because every time I closed my eyes I saw the derivatives of exponential and natural log functions, integrals, and lots of unfun greek symbols. Couldn’t get back to sleep after 5 a.m either so that was my abnormal wake-up time, too. Woohoo.
in my middle school there was a boy who wanted to be called Sasuke Uchiha and he wore a Sasuke cosplay to school everyday and one day he did this run down the stairs and broke his arm and apparently he told the principle it was the ‘Naruto run’ and then we were all banned from wearing Naruto headbands and doing this run and Naruto was put down as gang activity at our school
Last night, I had a dream. I found myself in a desert called Cyberland.
Best one I’ve had in so long. It was an adventure somewhat like a crossover between Divergent and The Bone Season. Though supposedly I watching a movie in the dream, I sort of also plunged into the “movie” and became one of the characters, a girl that was an initiate in a sort of group of people called ‘Aros’. Benedict Cumberbatch was my mentor and that sort of sealed the deal on most-rad-dream-I’ve-had-in-a-while. I guess that’s what I get for watching Sherlock last night? Haha.
Sometimes I think those ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead’ shirts look cool but then I remember how much I sleep - how much I LOVE sleep - and figure nah you know that probably wouldn’t work out, maybe shouldn’t go for it.
One of my friends (the one who actually is rooming with my sister at college because they go to the same school while I’m stuck here being me skdfohsdkfjsdk) sends me pins of Tom Hiddleston and other awesome things over Pinterest and it makes me happy.