The daylight's hard when the mind's not free

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home

thinking yet again about how mel and frank have only known each other two days, ten months apart. and they're just... like that with each other

Best part is if someone deletes their account, the kudos remains, and it just gets swapped over to a guest kudos instead. The body is gone but the love remains.

The body is gone but the love remains

“we live in an uncaring universe” yeah dude and I live in an uncaring house. and I shit in an uncaring toilet. but do you touch an uncaring lover? do you comfort an uncaring child? do you guide to sleep each night a cold and uncaring self?

The mentalist really is a top tier feminist tv show - like the sexy no-nonsense brunette with the gun saves the silly pretty blonde boy over and over and over again

a lot of your suffering comes from treating your nature like a problem to manage instead of a design to understand