This grinding, hollow feeling--

you ever read a fic so good you want to sit around and discuss it with people english class style

many women are excited to get old and weird, but i have great news that it's fully possible to become weird now, before you get old. just imagine the heights of weirdness you will be able to reach in fifty years if you get started now. that's what I think

a rock band is a type of polycule that sometimes makes music

“you cant ship them theyre sibling coded!!” and it’s just two people who are friends

(flirting) i could be your problem

i don’t hate series finales because it’s the ending of a show.. i hate them because somehow writers find a way to fuck up the whole show in just one episode

it feels good as fuck to disappear for a while but it feels bad as fuck to explain why you disappeared for a while though

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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