in short, i love you

going on a guilt trip do yall want anything

if you really cared about me you wouldn't have to ask

The thing is. I would eat the grapes. I would eat the pomegranate seeds. I would eat the Turkish delights. It doesn’t matter what the stakes are if you put a little plate of snacks out in front of me I’ll eat them.

If you sent me to an evil fantasy realm and told me that if I ate anything I would die a painful terrible death then set a charcuterie board down in front of me that would be it for me. Like it wouldn’t even be like a torturous internal struggle to not eat the cheese. I wouldn’t even need to be that hungry.

Remember in 2010 when Taio Cruz said "I throw my hands up in the air sometimes"? I appreciated his restraint. You can't just throw your hands up in the air whenever. There's a time and a place, and that time was 2010, and the place was the club.

this post posits a utopian world where either of these parties would support feeding schoolchildren, making it a masterclass in "hopepunk"

i understand all that shit about honor and knighthood and solemn vows but “kingslayer” is simply a bad insult. it sounds cool as fuck. might as well call him the landlord annihilator or the billionaire’s bane.

Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!

doomscrolling thru the weather app

[ID: a picture of men in full safety gear (high-vis jackets, helmets, steel-capped boots etc) standing in a circle holding clipboards]

yes this is an exploration of guilt and culpability but it could also be a sex thing if you just give me a minute

They could never make me hate you, complex female character whose reaction to trauma was not pretty and digestible like how people think it should be.