Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo.

imo the pov character should be lying to themselves and concealing shit from themselves constantly

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exactly, bestie. Exactly

Someone needs to tell parents everywhere that a child never complaining is NOT a sign of a mentally healthy child, and it is, in fact, the complete opposite of that.

um so quick question you do know that the world isn’t divided into People Blindly Accepting Of Gender Roles and Smart Trans Ppl. the world isn’t divided into People In Romantic Relationships and Single Aros. the world isn’t divided into People Who Socialize Easily and Oppressed Autistics. the world isn’t divided into Enlightened Queer People and Stupid Misogynists. like you are aware of this ? i hope you are aware of this

I feel like pirating media that isn’t sold or offered anywhere legally anymore shouldn’t be called piracy. Girl thats archaeology

Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.

Love character relationships that can only be described as "whatever the fuck these two have going on"

<3 Be kind to your friends and to yourself <3

"cis men dni" are you ready to come out of your "no boys allowed" treehouse yet. its time for lunch.

not to sound like a soft bitch but i’m really in the mood to fall asleep in someone’s arms

as someone who adores literature, my ongoing dilemma is choosing between reading or writing

how dare you attack me like this

I'm curious--how do you guys go about creating your OCs?

hydroponics is immoral. this shit is straight up evil

growing plants without soil? that’s what the devil intended

Hydroponics is like growing humans in their own blood. Everything deserves dirt and requires it

Humans are already grown with hydroponics in a way, we sit in amniotic fluid until we’re ripe.

this feels like the sort of conversation you’d overhear while pumping gas at 3 am 1500 miles from home