Van

to all my fic writers: be that one rarepair writer. even if literally no one else is there. be the single glowing lightbulb in the void. write the rarepair so good some poor reader stumbles on it at 3am, loses their mind, and then realizes… oh. there’s only one fic. yours. congrats you’re both the blessing and the curse.

*Valley Girl voice*: I must, like, not fear. Fear is literally the mind-killer. Like it’s basically the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will totally face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me, and? When it’s gone? I’m gonna like turn the inner eye to see its path! Where the fear has gone there will be literally nothing. Only I will remain.

My newborn baby has been eternally cursed by The Politician’s Kiss

clap along if you feel like a wraith without a tomb!

If your life is horrible and you need a new source of meaning and direction.... Do NOT find religion. Learn to identify plants.

There is nothing that people who punish themselves into conforming hate more than people who are free.

The internet will try to trick you in countless ways into punishing yourself into conformity, and this will make you mean, petty, and small if you don’t find a way to shake it loose.