“my life is a graveyard of buried hopes.”

Wanting to have tumblr mutuals but having a horrible, 10 year old main blog is the bane of my existence

made a new sideblog for this exact purpose actually.

thank god this series got cancelled because I could not bear watching that adorable little girl die horribly of tuberculosis at like 19

You ever get that feeling after finishing a book or show or movie where it's like "god this thing is so good and I love it so much and I need more but there's nothing else in this world that I can continue to interact with". And the longing is so intense that just sitting with it is painful but it feels like it would be a disrespect to the emotional upheaval you just experienced to just move on and ignore the profound impact that work had on you. No? Just me?

fuck dating apps im gonna find love the old fashioned way(he tries to talk to me and i break a slate on his head)

jo march is not a lesbian you guys just don’t ever think about aromantic people