Wow I am So Fucking Glad that I can't find a single fucking post related to the Fandom I'm searching for because EVERYONE decided that general Fandom posts should be reblogged with EVERY SINGLE FANDOM in the tags. Wow so relatable let me just bury Fandom specific content under all this garbage and make the search function on tumblr.hell useless.

My opinions: TMR (the mazerunner) version:

1. WICKED is evil!

2. I hate Teresa

3. GALLY WASN’T EVIL!! HE JUST DIDN’T WANT HIS FAMILY TO LEAVE HIM!!

4. Winston deserved better

5. Chuck deserved better

6. Newt deserved better

7. Newt definitely had a crush on Thomas (in the movies it’s most noticeable)

8. WICKED deserved to die

9. Minho is the bravest of them all

10. That’s why he is the leader!

11. The movies are still awesome even though they aren’t anything like the books

12. THEY SHOULD’VE KEPT THE SCENE OF NEWT TELLING THOMAS ABOUT HIS LIMP

13. I found it weird that they changed the years in the movie to 3 when it’s 2 in the book??? It’s the easiest thing to remember

14. The Scorch Trails book is scarier then the movie

15. The first time I watched the mazerunner was when I went camping and I was the only one awake in my tent and when the grievers showed up I was terrified but now I find them pretty gross and funny.

16. The grievers sound more terrifying in the book then they look in the movies

17. The actors suit the rolls perfectly

18. Brenda was adorable (book)

19. I really wish they stuck to exactly what the book said cause it would’ve been awesome to see some scenes in real life

20. Minho has the highest pain tolerance (man was struck by lightning and kept going)

21. I want to live in the maze but it’s not a test and I don’t have to leave, people have to fight/get past the grievers just to visit my house

22. As much as I love the movies the books are way more interesting

23. I genuinely felt bad for Gally (movie, I’m still on the second book so idk yet)

24. Jack’s death barely saddened me and idk why

25. I didn’t even know it was Jack that died in the mall on the escalator until today when my friend googled it (movie)

26. What if Frypan was actually a bad cook but no one remembered what good cooking tasted like?

27. I’d wanna be a runner

28. A ladder wouldn’t have done them any good since it would’ve broken not even half way up due to too much pressure causing it to bend and snap

29. Minho had it worst then the others including Thomas

30. Minho needs to develop a freakin’ brain to mouth filter

31. In the movies Tommy and Teresa look like siblings

32. It mentions the vines not leading to the top yet (from what I know) Newt jumped off the top of the maze and also he didn’t die???? How’s he get up there? And how in the world did he not die???

33. Also they reached the top in the movie ya liars

34. The cranks terrified me when reading about the ones in the underground tunnels

35. It’s sadder to read about Newt losing his mind then it is to watch it.

36. I like the necklace better than the envelope idea because it’s like he held Tommy close to his heart.

37. I feel bad for Gally 🥺

38. Newtie 🥺🥺 is going crazy

I’ll probably add more after finishing the third book.

So I’ve finished the trilogy and here are some more 🚨BOOK SPOILERS🚨

39. Newt’s death is sadder in the book than it is in the movie

40. I kinda felt bad when Teresa died even tho I hate her

41. Fuck Rat man

42. Doctor lady is actually good???

43. Poor Thomas

44. Thomas and Brenda are adorable

45. I NEED the other three books 🥺🥺😫

46. Newt 🥺🥺😭😭

47. Gally 🥺 my poor bby

48. The ending is so cute.

49. The part where everyone is running through the maze scared me

50. I was like “RUN!”

51. What saddened me the most about Teresa’s death is how Thomas reacted

52. I’m so glad that they’re finally free and happy.

Rocket Science

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER AU COUPLE: NEWT X READER RATING: SMUTISH

I sat on the grass under the tree on the campus green, the little pathway littered with people, Every so often that really annoying business major rides around on his mountain bike with his skin tight cycling gear. The campus bins overflowing with Doritos packets, cigarettes ends and monster cans, the green had others, a group of people in a circle who all smelt of weed, a couple heavily making out on the little bench looking as if they where about to have sex. There where more but I didn't pay much attention to them as I sat under the one little tree leaning on my bag as I watched the clouds "You should be studying" a voice told me I looked over to the source of the noise and it was 'Newt' his real name unknown to me it's just what I had always kinda known him as he stood over me leaning on the tree. his skinny black jeans tight to his slender body, his belt on as tight as it could go, his grey long sleeve shirt rolled to his elbows, his blue t-shirt over it with some stupid science pun on I never got it even if he's explained it to me a million times his bag draped over his shoulder covered In a million pop culture badges, a couple text books and a grey folder in his hand resting a little on his hip. His smug face smiled at me his brown eyes looking at me sweetly from under the mess of his mop of blonde and brown hair as well as the thick frames of his black glasses "Why?" I asked as he put his bag down and sat beside me with his books "You 'ave a test on Monday little lady" he reminds "I know... You've been reminding me every fucking day since it went on the board" I complained getting my resuable cup from my bag sipping the ice juice I got from the campus coffee shop having a sip "I'm just trying to 'elp Y/n" he sighed reading his text book "I know you are Newt" I smiled to him, and I noticed a dusting of pink blush under his glasses as I did he coughed and returned his focus to his books "What are you reading?" I laughed "Gravitational feild densities and it's affecting of solid and semi solid Matter" he answered "Hu?" I asked "Come on Y/n it's not rocket science" he joked "Yes it is" I argue "No it isn't" he laughs "Your textbook literally says rocket science" I complained "No it doesn't, it's applied science and mathmatics for theoretical and practice space exploration" he explained "Rocket science" I correct "I'll let you call it rocket science if you actually study" he says so I sighed getting my book and reading a little "good, you don't want to fail Y/n" "I'm not going to fail Newt, exams only five percent of the course the rest is work" I explain "Five percent is five percent" he says "get an A it's one thing less to worry about" he says "You going to be studying all night?" I asked "Course I am, I 'ave a practical unit to build by next month" he says "Ooohh can I put glitter stickers on your rocket ship?" I asked and he glared at me "what?" "It's not a rocket ship!' he whines "it's a prototype, miniature radio controlled probe unit" he explained "Can I put stickers on it?' I asked "Maybe" he sighed "...if you 'ave those cool 3d dinosaurs" he muttered "but I don't need to even think about design now, I'm still writing out the programs and the equations," he explained "are you going to be studying tonight?" "Not tonight going out with Mia" I answered "Again? Y/n you 'ave to study, I really don't think you should go out drinking with Mia tonight" he says "It's just one night Newt I'll be fine" "It's not one night, it's all of this afternoon, all night and most of tomorrow when your 'ungover" he says "exam on Monday Y/n, in two days that you 'ave not studied for at all" "I'll be fine don't worry about me, worry about your toy Rocket ship" I laughed. I sat for a while doing some reading for class watching the sun move across the blue sky until I felt fingers on my hand like he was trying to hold my hand "Newt what are you doing?' I asked "Ohh uhh nothing, just moving my 'and" he blushed his face turning red "I uhh I didn't even know your 'and was there Y/n" he blushed "Course you didn't" I laughed getting my stuff "I'm off, got to get ready for the party, see you soon Newt" I smiled throwing my bag on my shoulder and tussling his messy hair so it was all out of place before I headed off to my room.

As soon as I got in I threw my bag on my bed my roommate was out already she left a note she was at her boyfriend's so I sorted my stuff and went for a shower I went and locked myself in a little cubicle starting to peal off my clothes kinda listening to the other conversations in the room "You're kidding me..." "No.." "You have got to be joking" "No I told you I saw them" "Ughhh really Archie Mays with Jenny brace face... As if" "They where, in the library" "Eeww you where in the library?" "Max said he was going so I had to go with him, he keeps going I wanted to make sure there wasn't another girl" "He was probably just be Buttering her up for next week's answer keys" "Hell yeah" "I saw a cute on nerd today" "Ohh spill who..." "Y/n Y/L/N with that gross little boy ohh whats his name again?" I peeked up a little hearing my name turning off my shower to listen closer "Newt something, I don't know everyone just calls him rocket boy" I laughed a little they where serious me and Newt? "Eww what the hell is Y/n doing with rocket boy, she can do way better" "Probably a sympathy, hell he'd probably have to pay her to finally take his virginity!" I sighed finishing up my shower, poor Newt they didn't have to be so mean to him, As soon as I was done I went back to my room and began getting dressed and doing my hair and make up to go out tonight, as soon as I was done I went down to meet Mia.

I don't remember much of the actual party I just remember Mia handing me shots of God only knows what and next I remember I was vomiting in the potted plant by the front door while laying on the grass of the house we where at. I got up and cleaned up a little my head still a mad drunk mess, as I wondered back in to find Mia as she was my ride back to the dorm, but as I did I felt someone take a Chuck out my  arse "Hey... What are you doing?" I asked "Sorry, it looked so beautiful I thought I'd pinch it to see if I was dreaming?" He smirked he was tall and muscular with a styled qiff of brown hair "Whatever dude" I laughed "Hey, you wanna go somewhere a little quieter?" He asked grabbing my hand, I wasn't thinking so I just nodded he put his drink down and dragged me upstairs where most people where laying around drunk or where in rooms and closets having sex, he dragged me though to door he unlocked before pulling me inside with him, I sat in the bed as he shut the door again and sat beside me "So come on hot stuff how about we have a little fun up here?" He smirked grabbing my butt again pulling me onto his lap, I couldn't deny in my drunken state the feeling of him under me was kinda getting me going a little he opened a beer can and almost forced me to drink it all before forcing his tongue down my throat I kissed back a little my intoxication numbing my common sense he slipped his hand up my dress and began to play with me though my thin underwear I giggled as he kissed down my neck I grabbed another beer opening it and offering it to him he happily drank it all and returned to our kisses, this went on a while drinking and feeling each other up with a little foreplay here and there so much my drunk mess and horny mess had combined leaving me drunk and a little desperate he smirked finishing his beer but before he could go back to kissing me he threw up all over the floor pushing me off him and almost instantly passing out on the floor. I sighed getting up with my bag and heading back down, by now everyone was drunk or heading home, I sighed I didn't wanna go home I was all rilled up and I wanted to fool around with someone and my roommate would be back by now so I couldn't go to.my room and do anything. I wondered the dark pathways a while in my drunken state trying to find my way back to the dorm.

I got to the dorms and as I did my brain hatched a little idea, I headed to the boys dorm building, I wondered in my dizy state down the blue corridors to the little door I often visit right at the end of the building, I knocked two or three times having a lean on the door to keep myself up. No answer. I knocked again a little louder this time and I heard movement within, the door opened to Newt stood in his little blue striped boxer shorts and his long superhero shirt his hair a mess and he was just slipping his glasses on he grimisted as he saw me a little confused "Y/n?" He asked his voice gruff and raspy "Hi Newt" I giggled "Y/n... What are you doing 'ere?" He asked "I wanted to visit" I giggled "... It's two fourteen in the morning Y/n" he sighed "come in" he sighed Letting me into his room and he shut the door behind me "I'll get you some water, I can smell the beer" he sighed getting a glass form his table and heading out again so I smiled and undid my little dress leaving me in just my underwear and bra I heard the door open again but I playfully just kept looking at his notes for his rocket on the table "am I dreaming?" He asked "No why?" I asked turning to see him blushing bright red and obvious hard on in his shorts "You normally only get like that when I'm dreaming" he says "Your not dreaming Newt" I giggled turning and wrapping my arms around his neck "'ow drunk are you?" He laughs "'ere drink, you'll feel better Y/n" he smiled offering the glass so I drank it all "there better now?" He asks and I nodded "you get some rest okay" he says lifting me up like a princess and tucking me into his bed I giggled as he did kneeling on the floor to make sure I was cosy "Where will you sleep?' I asked playfully "I'll sleep on the floor don't worry about me" he says "I but I'll get cold and lonely" I whine He laughs and got a Blanket from under his bed tucking it around me too and then a little plush duck tucking it under my arm "There now your warm, and you 'ave a little friend to keep you company' he says "Don't I get a goodnight kiss Newt?' I whine "You... You really want me to kiss you?" He asked and I nodded "really?" He asked a little worried "Kiss me Newt" I giggled "Okay" He blushed and moved giving my lips a gentle sweet kiss I kissed back often pulling him closer till he pulled away "whoa..." "Come on Newt" I whine moving to offer him space on the little single bed "You really want to?" He asks and I nodded "okay" he smiled crawling in bed with me and kissing me again "umm Y/n..."

I woke violently to a loud alarm. "The fuck?" I questioned "who the fuck has an alarm on a Saturday!" I groan luckily it shut up giving my head a moment to think. I got so drunk Last night. I don't remember much after getting to the party and as usual getting abandoned by Mia, I struggled to recall much else. Where the hell am I? It's not my room. Oh fuck I must have hooked up with some guy from the party last night. Wait... Why does this room look so familiar? I heard two gentle taps on the door and I sat up a little my head killing me to do so "Y/n? Are you up yet?" A familiar voice asked "Uhhh yeah" I answered trying to think what the hell happened last night, the door opened with a ear bleeding creak revealing Newt in the door way "Morning" he smiled "Morning?" I said a little lost as he shut the door and sat on the bed with me and it clicked. Newt's here when I wake up. I'm in Newt's room. I fucked Newt Last night!! I didn't know how to feel, or what to think, doesn't help I hardly remember much about it. "I got you ice cream" he says "What?' I asked a little confused what the hell he said "I got you ice cream" he says offering me a little come with some pink ice cream "it's strawberry... Your favourite" he clarified "Why?" I asked "I wanted to get you breakfast but all they 'ad was toast or shreddies this morning" he says "so I popped to the little ice cream cart guy who sits by the river, got you breakfast ice cream" he says I smiled a little and took it, Of all the people I've drunkenly slept with hell even soberly slept with that's like the nicest thing someone's done for.me the next morning, I gave it a little lick and it was delicious and I noticed he had one too a little chocolate one "Thanks Newt" I smiled "Your welcome, plus it might sober you up a little" he laughs "I'm sober, I'm hung over" I sighed having more ice cream "Do you... Remember what 'appened last night?" "Bits of it" "Do you remember what we did last night?" He asked "Do you?" I asked "Ohh I remember everything Y/n" he says "I was completely sober" "Ahh... Fuck" I sighed "Was I that bad?" "Honestly Newt I don't remember" "It'll come back in a while" "I know, I should get back" "It's okay, you can stay ‘ere if you want" "What about your roommate?" I asked "’e's visiting his family" he says

i was tagged by @clarz - thank you for this! rules: answer questions given by the person who tagged you, write 11 new questions of your own, tag 11 people. 

i’m gonna tag some people today cuz i worked hard on this and it took a long time...whoops. no pressure XD @wellsjahasghost @tylerstitties @runicscribbles @xproskeith @anomalagous @ginevraslovegood @quicklikelight​  @westhallen @lozenger8 @prudence-halliwell @malecbellarke

omg i’m sorry i just realized it’s really long. this is what happens when you take 2 days to answer a tag game. feel free to skip my answers and head to the new Qs if you want! or neither! love you <3

1. Do you find it frustrating that although you know how certain things “work” (for instance, how a love interest not calling you back automatically increases your interest), you can’t help but being drawn in? Can you give me an example? (For the record, this principle describes the entirety of my complicated one-sided relationship with one Harry Edward Styles.)

Yeeeeah i feel like most things in my life approach that level of frustration tbh. I have very little self control sometimes. I’m covered in a haze of addiction, and my impulse control/temper lives on a volatile little rickety branch in my brain where there’s always a lightning storm in the distance. Okay so what I mean is (and I’m not sure i really understand the question but I’m trying), I find it extremely frustrating that I am always aware of what the outcome will be and yet I constantly put myself in the position to be frustrated and/or disappointed by it. Did I get it? Like, if we’re talkin about celebrity obsessions, or having a crush on someone (which, yeah, I guess I kinda remember what that’s like irl), I suppose I’ve come to terms with that kind of distant admiration thing being divorced from reality- I mean, it’s been a life long struggle, so it doesn’t really get to me as much anymore. Usually. The “fangirl” in me is very, very young, and I don’t really know her anymore. If I’m talking about fighting my impulses or my mental health, or like, leaving earlier so I’m not late and then angry in traffic.... that’s a bit more frustrating. I will never leave early. Why? I don’t fucking know. And it’s the Worst. Idk if that fits with your question but yeah, I know how my behavior affects my mood and I could change it, but I don’t, and I can’t help it.

2. What is the longest book or series of books you’ve ever read? Were you at a loss when you finished? Do you generally like series or prefer stand-alone books?

The Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind! I love it so much. Haven’t read it in a long time, but that shit is like over 20 books and he’s still writing.. a legend. I was at a loss several times at the end of certain books that I thought were really gonna be the End, but then he made some like, spin off series a bit. So we’re good. Generally I love a good series, but there are so many stand alone books that I adore so.. I don’t know. Why am I writing so formally? This is tiresome, I’m gonna stop now. Stupid capital letters.

other series i love include everything in the tolkien universe, and of course harry potter, and also the percy jackson books. tolkien is pretty epic, to say the least, and rick riordan is fucking prolific, so hp is like, on the small side in terms of series (tho i did reread the last 2 at least a dozen times, and the audiobooks on many a long drive). also those motherfukcing maze runner books were like... there’s not that many of them, but that one i can definitely say left me at a loss. i’m still not ready to watch the last 2 movies but i hope to one day. for dylan.

3. Ever seen a therapist or gone to a support group? Did it help?

yup. i’ve seen quite a few therapists. i don’t think it’s helped in the long term, and i’m not sure it helped in the short, though there was a time i liked it because i was indulging my self analysis, but that for sure wasn’t helpful. i tried a couple cbt therapists thinking that could be a good way to go, but nothing ever really changed, so it’s hard to tell what’s going wrong- is it the therapy or is it me? idk i just think on the whole it’s got a negative color for me. i still see someone once every few weeks, but it’s a chore. this is really completely against everything i believe about therapy, btw, and i def considered becoming one when i was in university. i do think it’s beneficial, i guess just maybe not to me.

4. What is the longest road trip you’ve ever taken? Did you drive or were you just a passenger? What is your favorite road trip ritual, if you have any (the particular gas station snacks, the car games, the fights over music choices, the rest stops, etc.)?

oh my, well i’ve been on a few road trips in my life, but probably not as many as you americans do. the longest one was probably as a child, when i was about 3 or 4 my parents took us across the states, to the grand canyon (i don’t think we actually got there) in our mustard yellow vw bus. i had to be too small to remember but i definitely do (my dad’s a photographer so the boxes upon boxes of film helps): - sleeping on the ceiling in the bus like on a fucking shelf that stuck out above the driver seats. it was way too cool. - staying in a trailer park and walking over to this little building where there was some scary movie playing that had spinning wheels on fire (i think it was like some 80s horror version of rumpelstiltskin or something). i can literally picture a scene from it, just can’t really describe it. traumatizing. - playing on a beach somewhere (cape cod?) and having something nip at my little toes.

on other trips with friends we’ve shared the driving, but the most recent one from LA to vegas my friend wouldn’t let me touch the rental wheel. he thinks i’m a terrible driver. it was ok tho i got to take pictures instead.

i don’t really have a fave ritual since i don’t do much road “tripping” per se, but since i’ve lived in both toronto and new york i have done a shit ton of driving long distance, and i absolutely love it. my fave thing to do is make sure i have enough show tunes and stand up comedy on the playlist, and even some cds on back up, so i can lose my voice on the drive. usually i have some good ol’ tim horton’s french vanilla and a croissant on the side to keep me going, and if it’s long enough i usually stop somewhere for some french fries and/or a coke to wake up. god i love driving.

5. Which do you find increases more rapidly, your age or your idea of what age is old?

ugh. my age. i don’t feel old but that stupid time nonsense says otherwise. it needs to stop.

6. Do you talk to your animals when no one else is in the room? What do you say to them? Do you talk to animals you see on the street, at zoos, in your yard? How much of a face does an animal have to have to be talk-to-able? (For example, do rodents count? Birds? Fish? Cockroaches? WHERE’S THE LINE)

absolutely. i talk to pretty much fucking everything, animals or otherwise, i don’t care who’s in the room. there is no line. the line does not exist.

7. If they cooked, which dish of your mom’s/dad’s/parental figure is or was your favorite? Which was your least favorite? Do you often cook dishes your parents used to make for you for yourself now, as an adult?

welllllll my parents do cook, but over the years i came to really dislike a lot of my mom’s cooking.. habits, lets say. my dad is great on the bbq, and with all meats, but my mom is usually the organizer and most often the chef. her staples are chicken and brisket, sometimes salmon, in various ways. the problem is i’ve always been a picky eater, and tho my own tastes have branched out, my mom still thinks she needs to cook everything super plain and sometimes it’s kinda gross. like, she’ll make some fancy chicken for everyone else and throw a boneless breast covered in teriyaki sauce in a casserole in the oven for me. it does NOT taste good. but she can make a really great schnitzel, and brisket is hard to do wrong. i don’t make anything for myself the way she does it really, but my eating/cooking habits are all wonky anyway.

8. Do you ever check your voicemail? Do you answer calls from numbers you don’t have programmed into your phone?

i check it if someone left a message, why wouldn’t you? what if it’s an emergency? in fact, my best friend does not. so i guess.. that’s a thing. i for sure do not answer any call that doesn’t show a name that i recognize- even then it’s a stretch. i have to really want/need to talk to you, otherwise it’s gonna be on my terms. my phone and i have a hate-hate relationship.

9. How often do you go to the grocery store? Are you good at it? Do you have any kind of strategy or list prepared beforehand?

i go when i run out of something i wanna eat; my store is right on the corner. i basically just do the curve around the breads/fruits/veggies if i need it, then head to the aisles which i skim from the back where the frozen/refrigerated stuff is, poking in to the aisles i need to grab the shit i’ve run out of. i eat pretty much the same way most of the time so my list is in my head (which is not always a good place, but i try hard. if i forget something i go back for it next time).

10. Do movies frequently make you cry? Do you find you’re more likely to cry in the theater or at home? When people are around or by yourself?

oh hell yes. if they’re good or i’m in a mood. i don’t think it matters much where i am if it’s public or private, the cry will come if the moment is right, and i could give no shits XD

11. Have you ever seen the sun rise? Did you kind of like the weird, slightly chilly liminal space of it, or did you just wish you were still in bed?

yes i have, in so many different contexts. mostly i watch it rise because i stay up That Late most of the time (except this time of year, i haven’t seen it in a good while), wishing my ass was finally in bed going “fuck. there’s the sun again. way to go me.” but i’ve also experienced that first bit. out in the desert after a 16k hike, sweat pouring off my skin and fire burning on the surface, hissing it away. standing on top of an ancient mountain facing the dead sea, limbs aching from climbing it with the sun racing at our backs, trying to get to the top before we missed it rise. ya. sunsets are pretty, too.

so how am i supposed to think of 11 questions?? i hope none of these are from some post i saw one time, i’m gonna try to be original without rambling too much:

1- if you could go back to one major decision you made that impacted the path of your life and change it, would you? what was it? how do you think your life would be different? or don’t answer those second two questions, if you don’t want to.

2- in what direction does your belief lean (like, you don’t have to agree with my description of it, but what fits your image best):

a single/multiple divine power that controls every facet of our existence (or like, any traditional religious worldview), with or without free will?

a harmonious interconnected universal complex that directs matter and energy but is affected by our existence in said universe?

everything is just a series of random events passing through time and everything that happens, everything we do, makes the next thing happen, but it could have happened any other way as well.

do these things make sense? idk try and figure it out.

3- on that topic, what do you think happens when we die? do we go to heaven/hell or some other religious construct? do we have a soul that sticks around? reincarnation? do we just... end, and decompose, and that’s it? what do you really think? are you afraid to find out you were wrong?

4- tell me about a moment in a movie or a show that made you go all tingly inside, like, that really special tingle, and every time you see it you get those feelings again.

5- what’s your go-to method for letting out stress?

6- what are 3 of your favorite words (english or otherwise)? why do you love them? the way they sound? the way they look? what they mean? (i usually would answer this based on sound, kinda like fave color, just a feeling).

7- this isn’t so original but i wanna know- if you could live in any other period of time, in any part of the world, what would it be and why? or would you even? would you if you could choose your station/place in society?

8- is there anything you’ve ever done or ever happened to you that you absolutely never ever could ever tell anyone about? not even your soulmate or someone who would never judge you? if so, does it bother you, or do you have it tucked away in your mind and never think about it?

9- which teen wolf cast member would you get along with best? not who would you like to be in a relationship with, but who do you think you’d have the best relationship with (romantic/platonic/otherwise)? if you don’t think you know any of them well enough... which one would you bone? boooooooooone all night long?

10- do you have a talent/skill that you feel is really underrated or underused by you or others? is there something you’re really proud of but have nobody to brag to about it because nobody you know really cares at all? brag to me.

11- do you think it’s truly possible to be happy if you never have a significant other(s) for the rest of your life? could you ever be?

THAT’S ALL FOLKS. wow i can’t believe i wrote all of that shit and you read it. way to go us. thanks again, clara!