Michigan. Books/ Reading, Detroit Red Wings, fandoms, workin on my fitness, coffee, randomness.
I work with kids and talk about them a lot. I talk to myself a lot.
You know what I hate? When people get pissed off when you tell them you don’t want them to touch you. Like excuse me, I don’t actually want you to touch my arm. I don’t want a hug right now. I don’t give a shit if you’re family. I don’t care if the phrase “I don’t want to be touched” puts you off. Just don’t fucking touch me.
An 8 year old told me about the big, black DVDs her grandma has at her house. I’m too young to feel this old.