Hysterical blogerature

i could never handle being a popular showrunner/writer/creator with a fandom because i know id go read fanfiction about my own characters and have to be physically held back from posting "you guys really think [blorbo] is a top??" on main

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

"I'm just a girl☺️🥰💖💞💅🌺🌷🦄" when you were eight and the teacher said she needed some strong boys to carry something you used to be furious, and when you convinced them to let you help, you carried twice as many chairs as the boys with the righteous anger of a girl who knew she was just as capable as them. Where did that go?

I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

at planned parenthood and they're playing regular show

"dude if you don't get this abortion benson is gonna fire us"

in an old website on the internet all covered in vines, lived some lovely little mutuals in two straight lines..