if dante can write fanfiction so can you

watched sterling point, became completely obsessed with oona (of course), only to realise why days later. it’s because she’s marlene mckinnon. she’s biblically accurate marlene mckinnon.

tess of the d’urbervilles is like what if the worst things that could ever happen to someone all happen to this one girl, she gets some small spark of happiness and autonomy, then she gets hanged. wouldn’t that be delightful??

my super short, fluffy one shot wip just turned 40,000 today everyone say happy birthday! for her birthday she got a no HEA tag xo

got three vaccines in the same arm today i’m feeling really brave really woke and also really unwell

writing here so i don’t send the text. it never ends well but, like clockwork, your name on my phone twitches that little hidden string. i want to ask, i want to know, i want to pour salt in the fucking wound. i want to don a white coat, reanimate that old broken heart, see if it still beats. i want the taste of the sea on my tongue, and your reflection in dark blue glass, and running through arrivals, and watered down coffee in sunset coloured glass straws, and laughing until that same sun rises, and limbs so tangled they’re interchangeable. i want a photograph long outdated, tea stained and clung to through times that barely hold any resemblance. it never ends well, and we never were any good at the curtain calls, but at least the ache is familiar.

right so who propagated the ‘stamp collecting is a boring person’s hobby’ narrative in media i just wanna talk

i want to be somewhere where i don’t have to question whether it’s a star, plane, or an aircraft warning light on a skyscraper

day so bad i found myself back on ao3 filtering sirius black/remus lupin domestic fluff no angst like a desperate ex

am i contrary or is everyone else wrong a lot