tamquam alter idem

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

wine drunkkk. lords and ladies I don’t think it counts against my vow of chastity if I fuck my squire like it’s not even a big deal

it’s because i’m always under some damn curse

whenever i see the moon it’s like ok i want six blurry pictures of that on my phone so bad

at least once a day you should read a poem that slices you clean in half. and then you go to the post office or something

still so obsessed w the empty gaping hole characters that never actually appear in the story leave like god. you can see the shape of them

“if no art makes you feel anything, make your own art and feel something” is too raw of a line to have come from a jenna marbles video of her painting a rainbow/polka dot seahorse saying “it’s seahorse time” on a denim jacket

Why do you people feel profound thought has to come from high places? The gutter looks at the stars too