heya im sorry to tell you but i let go of the string and your boyfriend floated away... yeah i jumped up and tried to catch him but he was out of reach. Im really sorry :(

okay picture this; i go back in time and find a victorian orphan child. do i blow his mind? do i break his brain? NO!!! i give him warm soft clothes and a hug. he gets me wizard high off what would commonly be used to treat a minor cough in that era. we both eventually contract a deadly illness and then i bring him to the future where we get easily cured of our ailment. i buy him a happy meal afterwards. he’s my good son now. love you son.

my blog is a safe space for anyone who’s written “sorry :(” on a math test before

being vulnerable enough to tell people how much you care about them is infinitely more brave than pretending to be above love and using edginess as a method of self-preservation

ok i know we all go cuckoo crazy bananas for tender yearning pining whatever but i was just actually thinking about the roots of the word tender and how a —tender is someone who tends and that “tender” is not just concern and sympathy but also caring for and looking after and nourishing and tending which is a very gentle and beautiful thing and it’s all very “don’t you think they are maybe the same thing? love and attention?” and “i love you. i want us both to eat well.”