
I'm slodwick. Welcome to my mind palace. I've filled it with pretty people, baby animals, and tv shows that make me cry. I spend a lot of time marveling at Tom Hiddleston's face and Martin Freeman's typing skills.
Also, I enjoy puns more than I should.

Alright, it’s decided. One of these days I’m going to write a book about a vampire. Who’s all sexy and masculine and thirsting for lady blood and just CAN’T CONTROL HIS THROBBING DESIRE. And NOBODY likes this guy. It’s like “That guy is such a douchebag, he’s weird and intense and moody and nothing good will come of dating him. I’m gonna focus on my career.” END OF STORY.

I would read the fuck out of that.