Fleeing the Scenes with Hands Up High

Uh oh the smutty religious trauma book made me cry.

it does and I hate it, thank you

characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies

Hey look, it is the paladins of the Dreaming God.

I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush