midnights become my afternoon

i think more final girls should be forty and kind of weird and off-putting

some of yall need to go back to like preschool level 'girls can do anything boys can do' feminism bc we are regressing into feminine = frivolous = weak = nurturing and masculine = power = force = competence at the speed of fucking light

"love has ways of bringing things back to life" is such a classic

what a privilege it is to come home to a little animal that loves you like you're their whole world.

You don’t get it she saw in her mind fairy lights through the mist she kept calm and carried the weight of the rift and pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away

The mental toll and exhaustion she must of felt splitting herself in all of these directions trying to make herself a ‘better’ partner thinking it was her fault everytime he pulled away so she worked twice as hard to be what he wanted her to be instead of being herself believing it would pay off in the end and they would have a twinkling fairytale ending