rest in deep silence

both of them are me

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

"how did you get into writing" girl i've been tormented by the visions since i was eight years old

i think it’s important to be able to take a step back and recognize that you rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrcvkxxxxjnfrg782]]]]2AQ

i was Thinking but i got up to get coffee and i came back to discover that one of my cats walked across my keyboard and posted this early for me and you know what. they summed it up far more succinctly than i ever could

"i feel besquintled", said no one ever. because that's not a word.

there are many videos showing cops sexually assaulting female protestors and smiling about it.

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

my fiancé is very ill and while we fight doctors and surgery centers for procedures that can help, caretaking is my full-time job. if you’d like to support us we have a throne wishlist and my partner has a ko-fi.

reblogging because pip’s been having constant nausea recently and there’s only so much Zofran you can safely take so we want to try the FDA approved anti-nausea bracelet 😭

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

I’m a patron of the arts (I leave nice comments on aO3).

I'm a patron of the arts (I reblog on Tumblr dot com)

in order to truly get rid of misogyny in fandoms we need to treat girl characters the same way we treat guy characters. Say you’d hit her with your car. Say you want to see her crying and trying and failing to keep her emotions hidden. Say you want her to get worse. Say you want to chew on her like a squeaky toy. For feminism