I would rather talk to a total stranger on the street than someone I kind-of-know, any day. With a stranger, who gives a fuck if I say or accidentally something ridiculous? With someone I know a bit, there’s all this pressure, like oh shit if they don’t already think I’m a complete weirdo, if we’re saying there’s a chance, I have to keep this streak going until maybe they actually decide to like me and think I’m either cool or the funny kind of weird and what are these mouth sounds I’m definitely scaring them away HAAAAAAAAAALP.
IDEA: Meownton Abbey.
Cats in period costume as the upstairs residents. Cat owners as the staff.
nb: I may have had this idea after a bottle of wine.
24 days until vunderbarh is in the same actual city as me and online and Portland worlds will collide, drinks will be had and ALL OF THE TELEVISION will be talked about and I will make her place the food order so I can be that person with the cool-accented friend and no I’m not at all excited why do you ask?