So, yeah. Don’t ever say aloud things you mean to fix because they suddenly become unbroken.
I’m so done.
I mean who else than Natalie Dormer when portraying this sinister timelord:
I’m staying up tonight to help my cousin out with our chickens that are leaving right now, and my ovaries/uterus choose today, the day I go to the doctors to see why they’re not working, to KICK INTO FUCKING OVERDRIVE AND MAKE ME MISERABLE.
Fuck u, body.
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.