Rocket

there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. I care so much I could literally vomit.

I tried to go to 'mad at you' island, and the location was deceptively tricky to find. Not only that, but when I finally did arrive after months of searching, I found nothing but a patch of preternaturally still water in the island's shape. Did you make some kind of Faustian bargain that makes it so that no one can ever be upset at you?

NOOOO THE SIX ORGASMS PERIOD HACK GOT REBLOGS DISABLED JUST AS I TRIED TO REBLOG IT whatever. I'm trying that next period.

everyone always surprised when you can learn bits of information about them from the characters they make... dearly beloved. you took a lump of clay with no form and shaped it with your hands and thought you wouldn't leave fingerprints? what hubris! you leave scraps of yourself in everything you make. sometimes it's a lot more than scraps but just for you i'll pretend i didn't notice

You mustn't let the dystopian nightmare bullshit dim your fucking sparkle.

don't worry, some of the best people i know also scroll for hours on end

i think there's something so intimate about calling someone 'my love' because yeah. you are the sunlight i love that pours through my bedroom window and lights up the whole room and you are the song i love that i force everyone to listen to and you are the flowers i love and look for everywhere because even though their beauty is fleeting they come back again and again and you are the moon i love and the stars that i love and. you are everything i love and will ever love. my love. you are all my love. and with all of that love, i can only think of you