which is messier my life or my hair
My parents warned me about drugs in little baggies but nobody warned me about the addiction that came in the form of TV Shows, books, and movies. The addiction that makes you crave for well-written works that make your heart race, keep you hot and bothered, and, more often than not, break your heart. The addiction that keeps you up ‘til the wee hours of the morning because you keep telling yourself, “just one more”. No one gives you a heads up. You just start to obsess over fictional characters and their love stories. They don’t call them hallucinations, they call them “headcanons”. I didn’t know it was going to, simultaneously, make my life and also destroy it.