I'm Erica. 27.
I have more fandoms and obsessions than I can count.
Indy is my biggest hero.
I constantly teeter-totter between “No one will ever publish me.” and “I’m damn talented, why shouldn’t they publish me?”
don’t you hate it when you’re just writing along and then you think wait would that even is that possible how does this work oh shit RESEARCH
and the next thing you know you have twenty million tabs open about everything from hydrogen engines to the psychology of serial killers to the evolution of the pronghorn
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
Stressed, depressed and too poor to be well dressed