i pull up at the gas station. the bass is thumping in my car. people stare. they think i’m listening to something hardcore. i open my door.
it’s the phantom of the opera soundtrack
*sees new character on a show that I watch and the actor/actress playing said character looks vaguely familiar*
*has to immediately press ‘pause’ to google who it is and where I know them from before I can watch the rest of the show in peace because otherwise my mind will keep nagging me about it for the whole 45 minutes instead of paying attention to the plot*
you know whats wayyyyy easier than writing? scrolling through tumblr for hours and hours and tangentially thinking about your WIPs but not Actually working on them