smelling like smoke is a virtue

physically i am here barely surviving with the monumental weight of a capitalist society on my shoulders but mentally i am sitting with a lover on a rooftop having a rousing discussion about a book while gazing at the stars

I’ve decided that starting a 50k+ fanfic at 3 in the morning when you have to wake up early is not a rookie mistake but in fact a time honored tradition of ao3 veterans

Men, especially cis straight white men, saying “what if it was the other way around huh?” with literally zero concept of power dynamics or historical context is one of the most boring things in existence

i do it for the gays [oscar wilde] and the girls [the moon] thats it...

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