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Me: *is mentally ill*

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

My Brain: Eat

my attention span as a 10 year old: *reads the Lord of the Rings trilogy in like two sittings*

hey you know that trope where a guy ends up being destined to do some great task that a woman spent her whole life preparing for and she must train him until he surpasses her and he eventually beats her while sparring and theres sexual tension?

Everyone: M'Baku please help us! T'Challa… he’s dead!