Living Between Dreams and Reality

The best tragedies will have you thinking "I wish it could've gone any other way" and "this is the only way it could've ended" at the same time

There’s so many things I want to accomplish—so little time, so much time. Time is a social construct, but the inevitability of our mortality is truly the only validity. Physical ability may (or may not) play a role, but as long as we are mentally willing and able, we can do so much—or so little…if that’s what we accept. And it’s okay to accept. I could be here today and no longer tomorrow, but I’m perfectly fine with it and I accept it. I’ve done so much, but there’s so much more I could do, can do, and look forward to doing in this life—and so can you—so much time, so little time.

there are people in this world you haven’t even met yet who are going to love you so much, so please just hold on because the people who are right for you will find you

ao3 is crazy because you'll read the most gut-wrenching 200k word slowburn that leaves you sobbing into your sweater at four in the morning and the author will be applejacksmonstercock

The past year I’ve somehow collected several rare pairs in older fandoms, and I fear I’ve reached the bulk of completed fics. Lately I’ve had to dive into wips and incomplete/abondoned fics…how do yall live like this 😩

Tumblr seems like the least stressful of all the apps atm. I may have to come back and spend more time on here. I’ll just start positing photo sets of my ships like it’s 2012 — I was a lot more care free then 😩

nothing harder than being a girl who sees sapphic ships where there aren't any