Rehearsed Virtues

sometimes the only closure you will get is knowing that everything you did was done earnestly and out of love

Shitty Character Concept: A dragon whose hoard is books, so instead of princesses, the dragon kidnaps librarians to help organize them and keep them in good condition. Once the librarians realize the dragon is not trying to kill them, the dragon is suddenly overrun with librarians who treat the hoard as an archive and a vacation of sorts. They even bring books to add to the hoard! The dragon is so very happy with the hoard of books and the horde of librarians to hang out with

I will probably get through this just like I have gotten through everything before but I need to be really stressed and scared first

Spiritually my spirit is always smoking a cigarette but physically i am.not because hashatg smoking kills

i feel like there is a sleep in me that needs to be slept but each time i sleep i don't sleep that sleep

fuuuck I could use a mysterious benefactor right now

the draw of arranged marriage AUs to me is really the way the dubcon of it all binds them together. neither of them have a choice in being here, something else is foisting this upon them whether that’s their parents or the political situation around them or expectation or something else, but the point is that they don’t get that one choice. so they have to make a choice somewhere else, that now that they’re here, they’re going to make it work. they’re each other’s only allies, in this cage built around them. they may have been coerced into swearing to stand by each other through anything, but they did swear.

it’s not love at first, or second, or third sight. it’s not love in the wedding bed the first time, whether they grit their teeth through it or decide together to forgo that binding step and try to get around it as long as they can. it’s about sharing a bed with a stranger while you learn their nightmares and how they hog the covers. it’s about sharing a name before you even know each other’s hobbies. the appearances you have to keep up, and the connection you find in both being exhausted by them, laughing together because isn’t it ridiculous how you not only have to be married but you have to act like it’s perfect and lovely for everyone else watching. it’s love that creeps up quiet and slow, between shared secrets that make your wedding bands mean something for the first time, and trying to protect each other from the trap you’re both in. and it’s about having the mortifying thought of “oh my god, i have a crush on my wife.”

watching my promised afternoon thunderstorm slip from a 90% chance to a 20% chance.... baby come back i can change

You are an unreliable narrator because your coping mechanisms for your deep-seated trauma forbid you from acknowledging the reality of the situation. I am an unreliable narrator because I sincerely have no idea what the fuck is going on.

Diane, clear my schedule. I’m attempting a recipe that says “prep time: 15 minutes.”

when i take my phone case off i feel concern and fear knowing that some people just rawdog their phone like that like its so slippery girl you are carrying around a little fish

Handle a naked smartphone and you can just feel the eagerness of this device to lemming itself onto the pavement

help I’m having ideas beyond my available free time

help I'm having ideas beyond my available energy levels

survival mechanism they don’t emphasize enough is memorizing a poem. you memorize a poem you have a little lift raft for a variety of situations