The One Where I Tell Myself, You’re Good

When I think about my childhood and all the times I imagined a time skip happening to me growing up and becoming a "pretty, mature, and well-settled" version of myself. I have to restrain the urge to wish that a Tardis existed, and that I would probably deck mini-Sharu in the face for having daydreams.… Continue reading The One Where I Tell Myself, You’re Good