what what

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches

got me good with this whole email address thing. you make email account as child for one purpose neopets.com and now all this. bait and switch. not nice.

I don’t know, my favorite was always witch weather. That moment that in a gust of wind or in the rumbling sky or at the edge of a fog bank where suddenly, you feel different. A restlessness, a sense of longing for a place that does not exist. I don’t know if anyone else has felt the electric tense changing of that moment. It calls the magic to your skin. For a moment, you feel ancient and powerful and lonely, as if you forgot something important. Witch weather. For some reason, in that wild instant: you remember you are alive, and that means some part of you belongs to the everlasting.

No joke though watching people on here say the most basic heterosexual catholic ass bullshit is so funny straight up wymmmm you think if someone hasn’t been proposed to in two years they should break up. Wym there’s no point to a relationship without the end goal of marriage. Wym you think liking photos on instagram is indicative of wanting to cheat. Wym you think nonmonogamy is soulless. God damn lol you’re skirting the line judging of people based on body counts and saying bisexuals are more likely to cheat at that point

if i go to lick your hairy armpit and get a tongueful of deodorant instead of umami funk, you WILL be dealt with