the embodiment of chaos

We genuinely need to romanticize aging because the dread destroys us all

Fix your sleep schedule.

I have a better suggestion. Stay up for research.

when the author describes someone dying and you can just tell they’ve never actually died by the way it’s written

"are you okay" girl i am on ao3 looking for fanfiction from my comfort ship when i was 12 what do you think

love writing a post and then discarding it immediately. microdosing on having an opinion

oh my GOD

As long as I’ve been on this site, I honestly should have seen this coming a mile away and yet…

part of what makes tragedies tragic is the story being preventable from the outside but unpreventable from the inside

If they had done things differently they could have been happy, but to do things differently would require them to be someone else.

when I first started flying airplanes had economy class, business class, and first class. now there's economy, economy plus, economy comfort, premium economy, premium comfort, platinum, titanium, palladium, epic, legendary, celestial, shiny, fuckin reginus augustus impetator or some shit,

you learn something new everyday. unless you're a historian. then you learn something old

severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person

im so glad nobody on the modern Tumblr Left ever changes their url or icons unless they get deleted and remake because back in The Day (2012) we did that all the time and it made keeping track of who was who nigh impossible. remember halloween urls? man, we used to- [i break out into a fit of raspy coughs that leave me wheezing for air while desperately flailing for the nurse call button] [you notice that my coughs are staining the bedsheet with flecks of blood]