*insert puns here*

not to sound like a victorian woman suffering from hysteria but i do think going to the sea would fix me

big fan of platonic expressions of devotion actually. yeah we're best friends of course i'd find you and hang out with you in every universe.

The feminine urge to say “have you no compassion for my poor nerves” every time something goes wrong with my life

grieving as an adult is so funny it's like. im sobbing my eyes out i'm laughing like a maniac im pondering the mortality of everything around me. ok glad thats out of my system because i have a dentist appointment in an hour

enjolras realized he liked grantaire the day that r spilled some water and without hesitation ripped a page about freud out of his textbook to wipe it up

yeah yeah yeah mortifying ordeal of being known and all that but sometimes a friend mentions something about you that you didn’t think was noticeable and it feels like your heart is being cradled in their hands

running a tumblr blog is really just being like I’ve become obsessed with this new thing and now I’m going to make it everyone else’s problem