
ATTENTION ALL RDJ FANS!!!!
Everyone who reblogs this will get their URL put in this book. I will be mailing it to Robert. And if anyone has other ideas of what I should send him feel free to message me.
Start reblogging, everyone!!!
UPDATE: great job so far everyone! But I’ve only filled nine pages!!! Reblog if u haven’t already!
The longer my breaks are, the harder it is for me to come back without feeling self-conscious.
So. Erm. Hi?

I’ll try to catch up before the weekend. I hope you guys are doing well ♥
Aaaand… post deleted.
Getting out of the house and walking until my feet hurt has proven to be, once again, a good way to calm myself down and clear my mind a little. It doesn’t actually help because everything is still there, but it’s like taking an Advil or similar when you have migraines - the pill soothes the pain for the day, so even if it’s not a cure (because the pain will come back eventually) it’s better than nothing.
Speaking of which, I should take something for the headache. Urgh.
That post was actually a way of making me feel self-conscious, and it worked wonders: I felt ridiculous within ten minutes. Although I was serious, in a way. That’s something I’ll post about on another moment.
If you’ve seen that post before, you’re still here and you don’t think I’m a pathetic and immature nutcase, thank you.
Now, moving on…

This gif looks more like it was taken from an Old Spice commercial than from an Air NZ one. “Look at your man, now back to me - sadly, he isn’t me…”
You know I love you Dean, really, but looking at this out of context is making me giggle.
Stephen Fry, the closest thing there is to a deity in my life.
i wish more people would understand this.
he’s an atheist, which is weird because i often think he may be a god.
I’m glad someone else has said this. Someone people listen to.
Bless you, Stephen Fry.
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“Arthur wants to curl into him and never let go. Arthur wants to do this forever—Arthur wants to get to know every angle of his mouth, every plane of his body. Arthur wants to trace the lines of those tattoos with his tongue and he wants to mock every hideous pair of pajama pants and he wants to work behind the counter of the fucking shop, wants to wake up in the morning and go to bed at night for this, and this, and this.
But Arthur’s never been particularly good at taking what he wants.”