Just found out someone’s been making literary analysis-notes in the margins of my (obviously thrifted) copy of Wuthering Heights.
Now I’ve got a laptop of my own, I keep telling myself ‘don’t bring your laptop to bed.’
And I end up watching stupid British detectives well into the night anyway.
Making fanart consists of using way too much reference and staring at your pc screen for hours at a time.
Glorious, glorious fandom life.
The only reason I’m gonna fall asleep in my bed tonight and not on the couch is because I do not own a couch.
Also I started reading Wuthering Heights when I was drunk out of my skull, and I remember bursting into tears at one point but I can’t remember what I’ve read.
It’s been an eventful day.