where's the Prince?

gods i wish that were me

I wish everyone would admit that classic literature is inherently difficult to read, and that you shouldn’t feel stupid if you don’t “get it”. Especially the dark academia/ classic lit fandoms and stuff. Like unless you have the vocabulary and pop culture knowledge of an 18th century nobleman, it’s going to be a tough read. It’ll take you longer to read; you’re not stupid if you’ve spent several months on a single book! And you don’t have to enjoy everything. It’s okay if you got bored after one chapter of Wuthering Heights, and couldn’t be bothered to read the rest. It’s okay if you want to read your favourite kids book for the 10th time instead. You’re not stupid. No piece of literature is inherently better, more “important”, more “meaningful”, or more “intellectual” than another. First and foremost, read what brings you joy.

do people on tumblr like. realize that friendships arent therapy

this is how yall end up going around calling every ex-friend your abuser. its nice for your friends to be able to drop everything for you when youre having a bad time, but its literally NOT mandatory. your friends should not have to ignore their own problems to fix yours. get some therapy.

as a friend, you are allowed to say “i would really love to help you right now, but i cant push back my own issues to help you. im going through my own problems right now, and thats what i need to focus on”. it is NOT selfish. you arent going to be of any help to the people you care about if youre in bad shape and not taking care of yourself. its only going to make you worse for wear.

good morning social justice necromancers, grieving gays, soup makers, permanently angry yet loving maternal uncles, mean doctors, undead turnip sellers, fan collectors with questionable morals, matchmakers who don't get a happy ending, people who have perfected the customer service smile, and sabre-wielding oldest siblings

He either said all that very quickly or the slap occurred very slowly

batman explains anarchism while slapping robin 5 times

a woman’s face at the end of a horror/thriller movie? where she has that serene expression on her face - whether it shows peace, joy, a bone-deep exhaustion, satisfaction, or simply growing insanity? with her skin absolutely dripping with blood and grime, her clothes torn and ragged, and her being illuminated by police lights and/or a raging fire? that’s some fine-fucking-art