I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion

I can do it. I can write a chapter. I am capable of putting sentences together. I know what a comma is. I am Aware of the Character.

YOU ARE A REGULAR WRITER. YOU CAN WRITE A CHAPTER. YOU ARE A REGULAR WRITER. YOU CAN PUT SENTENCES TOGETHER. YOU ARE A REGULAR WRITER. YOU KNOW WHAT A COMMA IS. YOU ARE A REGULAR WRITER. YOU ARE AWARE OF THE CHARACTER.

not doomed by the narrative but saved by the narrative. yeah i know you'd rather die than keep suffering but the story doesn't actually care what you want. you have to keep going, even when it hurts. even being erased from existence won't stop you from being salvaged from the wreckage of un-being. get up. keep pushing. keep bleeding. keep living.

a concept: heavy rainfall when you’re tucked up in bed. like if u agree.

you will live and you will say the wrong things and make mistakes and people will love you anyways.

i made this post because i've got so many friends that think saying something wrong in a conversation is the end of the world. it isn't. you'll be okay. you don't have to be embarrassed about every little thing. you are alive and doing things and speaking to people. you will make mistakes and you will live.

"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.

happy pride month for it/its users, polyamorous people, xenogenders, non-transitioning trans people, and other "weird" identities. btw

on this blog we support men whining. men squirming! men whimpering!!