i’m a little drunk but i just wanna say…fic writing and fic reading as an antithesis to loneliness…
someone thousands of miles away imagined this; dreamed it up in their beautiful mind and then sat down and wrote it down, word after word, line after line, paragraph after paragraph….and then someone thousands of miles away from them read it while they were like…lying in bed after doing some homework or next to a pile of clean laundry and was like ‘wig…i felt that.’
like…. our minds….
okay but when philomena cunk said ‘if the tudors were the kardashians of their time, henry would be their kim’…….wig.
how are yall called mutable signs (gemini virgo sagittarius pisces) when yall never fucking shut up
Some folks on this website truly believe they’re Truth Coming out of Her Well to Shame Mankind when they’re really Moron Coming out of Left Field to be Annoying
harlots s2 moodboard.
my mom set down a plate of tostadas & dip & told my dad very seriously, “show calmness and restraint”
[in the bus]
lady sitting by my side: the ecnomy got expensive huh
me: *looking out the window* there are problems
lady: yeah
me: yeah
I hate when u say “deja vu” out loud n someone ur with goes “what was it?” Like bitch we all can barely communicate the most straightforward ideas without utter confusion and chaos…..u rly believe it is within my capacity to explain exactly what fleeting moment of temporal embodiment made me feel like a vague reincarnated ghost girl trapped in a child’s dream??? Surely u are mistaken.
