me: time for a nap
me: *remembers how much i love viktor nikiforov*
me: VITYA I WOULD DRINK YOUR SWEAT
thank you viktor, my beautiful fiancé whom i love and respect, for doing the dishes again this morning
me: viktor is literally my agape. i love him with all of my being, he breathes life into my lungs
also me: i want viktor to rAW ME
some of you don't have anxiety but I saw a flock of wild geese on the way to the rink so who's the real winner here
OK i'll say it: viktor has an oversized shirt that reads "SEX MACHINE" and he wears it at the most innapropriate moments. but i love him.
SHOCKING: statistical evidence has developed revealing that 99% of my time spent being thankful for vitya (the 1% is dogs/katsudon)
you will find your home, you will find your place. you will find your people. give it a little bit of time but it will happen.
me: I need to be up at 5:00 am. better not stay awake all the way til then
anxiety: how bout you do a n y w a y?
