melody

as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.

important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are

reblog if you're also lame and weird.

A writer's relationship with their own work goes: this is genius, this is garbage, this is genius, this is garbage, i should never have been born, okay actually this line is good

its so exhausting and lonely to be single sometimes. i feel like i'm missing out on so many things because i'm unloved, but going on the apps feels like being up for purchase. do you like my face. do you like my body. are my prompts funny enough for you. am i fuckable.

dystopia au where we are all assigned one of two chosen genders at birth

Thanks to ultrasounds, the genders can be assigned before birth.  The people are so excited to conform they throw “Gender reveal parties” to make sure their offspring exist in a strict binary since before they can even form thoughts. 

Children are color-coded according to their binary assignment. 

One of the genders is seen as inherently inferior.

This all sounds really effing creepy when you put it that way

#BECAUSE IT IS

And if you deviate from the assigned gender you can be disowned by your family, fired from your job, and beaten by authorities.

This is like one of those YA dystopian novels where you’re born as one of the bads or one of the goods

You’re never alone. There is always calming cat.

you need to understand that i have two sets of headcanons. there's the set of realistic headcanons based on my genuine reading of the show, and then there's me playing pretend with my dolls.

"but the text never explicitly stated it!!!" hey, so that's actually what they tried to teach you in those english classes you barely passed 😁

me, quietly whispering to the ao3 page of an author who doesn’t even know I exist: I am obsessed with you

me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who hasn’t updated anything in four years: I think about you often and I hope you’re alright

me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who wrote one life altering banger and nothing else: I hope your pillow is cool and your skin is clear and you find money in a forgotten jeans pocket

me, whispering to every single person on this post: please leave one singular comment saying literally any of that

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