"[Mary's] muse is not fettered by such inhibiting factors as taste.'
Moniker: Mary or 菲菲 or imbecile or whatever.
18 (and then some) years since uterus expulsion.
Location: Melbourne, Australia.
Currently: A child. Perpetually unmotivated. Severe underachiever with no goals, ambitions or talents.
Loves smelling books, easily moved, cannot colour-coordinate for shit.
Screwed over daily by the IB. <--- update: the IB will continue to haunt my bones and trigger brain aches even after completion.
Always dedicating life to passively viewing film and crying etc. My only exercise consists of running away from responsibilities.
Sometimes I can music (but mostly I can’t).
Bespectacled.
Please talk to me.
alright i’m probably going to spend the next 3 or so hours furtively trying to load the avengers premiere video and watching all of its 2 hour glory.
my fangirling levels are off the charts.
