It's always like this.
I'm Constance, I'm 21 and I have an obsession with David Mitchell that is verging on creepy. I study history, watch endless episodes of Peep Show, Black Books and the Big Bang Theory, and I work in a sweet shop in the summer...
has been outside our house every day for the last like week and a half, and he’s lovely, and we can’t keep letting him in because he doesn’t like leaving :|
I FEEL SO BAD SITTING HERE HEARING HIM PURRRRR OUTSIDE.
