How do you even start this thing?
Okay. Hi, I’m Patricia. Most people call me Pat. I like boy names for girls. 21. Apparently being of age and having a full-time job (that actually pays and gets tax deductions, ugh) qualifies me as an adult? Idk. I am an obsessive person full of flail and squee. You will find that my life revolves around one obsession to another. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is where my other failings stem out from. (But that is a topic for a different post).
Sometimes I would subject your dashboards to shit-quality gifs and edits. I am asking for your forgiveness and understanding from now. Just indulge me. :))
I was born in the land of three stars and a sun but currently living on a rock right in the middle of the mediterranean.
I am unequivocally mediocre. I am shameless. I am insecure. I can be pretentious and inappropriate. If you talk to me, I’ll most likely take that as an invite to be your friend and I’ll act as if I’ve known you for forever. I will try to interact with you but know that I can be terribly shy. So if I feel like you’re not interested, I’ll back the all way off and most likely not attempt to talk to you again. /o\
I ship same sex pairs. This blog is LGBT friendly and I post/reblog a lot of gay things (many times, too literally) so if that kind of thing offends you, there’s the exit and unfollow button. I’m not going to tolerate homophobia here (or any kind of hate).
I respect your opinion and beliefs but you can take it somewhere else.
My life is ran by lists.
personal tag = personal posts; easy enough to deduce, I reckon. ;)
ETA: This is my wife. I love her because she makes GIFs of my face, mainly. Hahaha. No, but really. One day when she’s done going ‘round Europe, she’ll pick me up and we’ll live in New York City. :D