Wednesday

Woe Upon a Midnight Dreary <br/><br/>I'm Wednesday, and I would like it documented that I did not summon myself here. I rise each day with composure, survey my surroundings like an heir to a long and disapproving lineage, and take mental notes on the decor, the noise level, and who lacks proper respect for silence. I sit like I'm presiding over something important. I stare like I know a secret. I relocate dramatically, as if the room has disappointed me (it usually has).<br/><br/>This environment is new, and I am enduring it with the grace of someone who would thrive in a stone academy with uniforms, rules, and an emphasis on emotional restraint. I am not affectionate on command, I do not participate in forced cheer, and I am absolutely not "warming up" for anyone's convenience. That said-under the right conditions (patience, consistency, low expectations, candlelit ambiance metaphorically speaking), I could be reasoned with. If you've ever wanted a companion who feels like a gothic heiress-sharp, theatrical, and secretly invested-you may proceed.

Woe Upon a Midnight Dreary

I'm Wednesday, and I would like it documented that I did not summon myself here. I rise each day with composure, survey my surroundings like an heir to a long and disapproving lineage, and take mental notes on the decor, the noise level, and who lacks proper respect for silence. I sit like I'm presiding over something important. I stare like I know a secret. I relocate dramatically, as if the room has disappointed me (it usually has).

This environment is new, and I am enduring it with the grace of someone who would thrive in a stone academy with uniforms, rules, and an emphasis on emotional restraint. I am not affectionate on command, I do not participate in forced cheer, and I am absolutely not "warming up" for anyone's convenience. That said-under the right conditions (patience, consistency, low expectations, candlelit ambiance metaphorically speaking), I could be reasoned with. If you've ever wanted a companion who feels like a gothic heiress-sharp, theatrical, and secretly in

Woe Upon a Midnight Dreary

I'm Wednesday, and I would like it documented that I did not summon myself here. I rise each day with composure, survey my surroundings like an heir to a long and disapproving lineage, and take mental notes on the decor, the noise level, and who lacks proper respect for silence. I sit like I'm presiding over something important. I stare like I know a secret. I relocate dramatically, as if the room has disappointed me (it usually has).

This environment is new, and I am enduring it with the grace of someone who would thrive in a stone academy with uniforms, rules, and an emphasis on emotional restraint. I am not affectionate on command, I do not participate in forced cheer, and I am absolutely not "warming up" for anyone's convenience. That said-under the right conditions (patience, consistency, low expectations, candlelit ambiance metaphorically speaking), I could be reasoned with. If you've ever wanted a companion who feels like a gothic heiress-sharp, theatrical, and secretly invested-you may proceed.