I really hate being an introvert because I sometimes think “oh hey, I can totally hang out with a bunch of people right now! I can handle it! I hate being alone!!” and then three hours into hanging out I realize how draining of energy it is for me to be around other people and I just want to curl up into a ball and isolate myself for the rest of my life.
jim kirk is the kind of person who is held prisoner in a room with a heavy ass typewriter
a sharp, knife-like letter opener
a heavy metal whatever this thing is
a big ol’ trash can which would be excellent for smashy smash
and instead of using any of these things he’s like, my weapon of choice?
is a fucking blanket
creativity, thy middle name is tiberius