live your tomato girl fantasy

woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.

In the year 1450 a priest rolls over and slams his hand into his candle, burning him and sending wax flying all over the place

we must make haste in killing every harry potter fan

Honestly? Today is Wednesday and tomorrow is Thursday ☕️💯

proposing a new genre of fiction called an anti-romance where u r presented w a couple at the start & the story is about their emotional journey towards a catastrophic break up

will they won't they (end this farce). there's only one bed (but for some reason they don't really want to share it). out of context eavesdropping (that paints the relationship in a better light than it deserves). chasing after them to stop them getting on that plane (and stopping them from finally being free)

nobody understands my vision i don't mean any old story where a relationship fails and it's tragic or w/e i mean a story where the intention is for the audience to root for it failing the same way u root for it succeeding in a romance. & when the relationship finally implodes at the climax of the story it's all very cathartic & everybody cheers.

like have u never wanted a fictional couple to break up so badly it hurt?

if ur a trans girl and ur partner is not an ardent transfeminist frankly you need to dump their ass. you can and will find better partners. i promise. i love you

and like why is there even still gender segregated tennis in the first place. it's hitting shit with a racket. anyone can do that against anyone. like I feel like we've had pretty significant proof that women can and do whup any man's ass at tennis for uuuuuuh however long the Williams sisters have been doing it. what on earth is the point of "sex testing" the players. let them all just hit the fucking balls at whoever they want who gives a fuck.