maybe the poison drips through

im a protected species you fucking asshole

do you remember years ago, on this site, when people would send each other asks just to send asks, when people would send each other compliments and rate each other's themes and would do follow forevers and reblog reblog reblog, and do little ask games and people actually participated in them and people would do regular fanfic recommendation lists, like every week, because they were avid readers of their fandom/ship's fics and there would be less ship wars (not always) but mostly people focused on the things they loved and had fun doing instead of being miserable, when people would do snippet fridays, sharing little looksies into whatever fic they were writing and people would compliment and reblog reblog reblog reblog, and people would comment on fics on the regular if they even so much as enjoyed it just a little bit, and oh, when people would reblog, reblog, reblog, the things they liked

people who learned about greek mythology due reasons that DONT involve having read percy jackson at 12 freak me out, like what the FUCK was going on in your life that you found out that zeus turned into a pigeon to woo his wife like HOW

tumblr users baffled by the concept of engaing with things that aren't YA fiction and fandom.

fighting to the death but it’s just an intricate metaphor for sex because of the way violence has shaped our entire outlook on life and our relationship and it’s also kept us apart for so long the only way we can feel closer is by dying together in a secluded room far apart from the rest of the world