I post lots of things. BBC Sherlock, Elementary, Django Unchained, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Supernatural, X-Men: First Class, Boy Meets World, The Vampire Diaries, among other things.
I'm also known to constantly post Benedict Cumberbatch, Michael Fassbender, Jamie Foxx, Christoph Waltz, Jonny Lee Miller, Martin Freeman, James McAvoy, Ian Somerhalder, and then there's other things I enjoy that I can't think of right now.
Oh yes, I'm Nikki and I'm a 30 year old Texan. Whoop.
I have the feeling to share things with everyone. And this is always a dangerous feeling to have.
I’m just finding myself getting frustrated with the amount of thoughts floating around in my head, and I want to put them ~somewhere, but where do thoughts go but out into the universe?
I’m concerned with the well being of people who I’m not as close to as I’d like to be. I’m completely indifferent to the emotions of people who I actually know personally, erring on the side of amused, even. I’m confident with one guy, nervous and insecure with another. Ridiculous, considering the one I’m nervous about is the only one I really like. I’m keeping one of my closest friends at an arms length indefinitely because I haven’t known her long enough. What is long enough?
I don’t trust you. Yes you, reading this. Writing to everyone effectively = writing to no one, therefore giving me control over what I get to reveal. One on one conversations are my biggest fear, oddly.
I had no cares in the 1990s, I knew of no downfalls.
So there’s my word vomit. Got my feelings out without really saying anything. That’s how it’s supposed to work, isn’t it?