I'M SIGNIFICANT!...Screamed the dust speck.

Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

you dont even need to be rpfing to be crying about the beautiful transformative power of friendship

mozzarella and parmesan is kind of like the age gap yuri of cheese

Hey you know what hurts me most about those worlds handshake line photos—G can’t even look at him. Sid’s going in for the usual neck nuzzle like hey don’t be mad at me sorry I become a rabid dog in competitive situations I love you so much please know I spent the entire time busting out of my decrepit jock because I find it so exciting to pit myself against you. And G looks like he’s thinking if I look at my beloved he will see my hurt and shame and I will have to resent him for it. He’s like how poetic that the one I love is the one who puts the dagger in me. The physician is sending him to Bath, in hopes the sea air will heal him. But how can the sea repair a spirit already interred, etc.

I think the harm of denying people the right to control their own bodies is so, so much worse than the risk of people regretting the decisions they make. Regretting something you decided to do is a much healthier pain than the pain of regretting that you didn't get to have a choice.

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life