Choose to be Kind

beeen seeing alot of notes of people saying this inspired them to finally do their landry. i am filled with so much emotion that i might finally fold the landry i did a few days ago. maybe

being able to go to work with hickeys and bite marks on your neck is a human right.

i like when fiction treats love as a more complicated force and not something that is inherently pure, redemptive, or salvific. portray it as flawed and complex as any other human impulse. give me love as prejudice, love as possessive stasis, love as addiction, love as blindness, etc.

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

i love making playlists for my book. one day i may even write the book.

hey sorry it's just that i don't think i'm very good at being a person. thanks for letting me try with you, anyway.

this fetish stuff is getting out of hand what the fuck is word play

Happy "do you permit it?" day for those who celebrate

you should NOT be at the club. you should be in the streets, june 5th, 1832, paris france. you should be building a barricade

i haaaate being avoidant. it makes you feel like the world's biggest jackass whenever someone tries to talk to you or whatever and you just Freeze Up

Oh sorry i took a long ass time to reply and didnt say anything. I got arbitrarily scared and tired myself out so now i cant say much. Oopsie teehee. it makes you feel like a huge dickhead

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

yeah i'll be your dog but this is a professional relationship first and foremost. I mean we can have sex too but