and for a moment when i’m dancing i am free

I've been repeating delete thy blog wretched saboteur to myself for like 10 minutes

practicing self care less out of self love and more for the sheer logical reasoning of it’d be kinda stupid of me to expect myself to be able to function without proper maintenance

“oh i don’t deserve rest and relaxation, i haven’t done enough, i haven’t earned it” and my car’s breaks don’t deserve break fluid because they aren’t breaking well enough to earn it. that’s what you sound like!!!!!

“don’t be silly” no i think i will be, thanks

if I saw a loud noise I'd look at it just like this

THOSE ARE HIS HOOVES???????

Oh No actual jigsaw is here

THOSE ARE HIS HOOVES???????

being into some bullshit that nobody cares about and also is stupid really changes you

looking at the character like I hope he gets better. but first I hope he gets worse. I hope he hits rock bottom and realizes that you can be loved at your lowest because he is at his lowest and he is still loved.

it’s so special to me that so much of fan culture is textual analysis for the love of the game. like thank god there are people in my phone who are also thinking about this thing i love so much that they are writing transformative fiction as character studies and setting clips of the show to music with theme-relevant lyrics and writing long text posts analyzing every line of dialogue like!! yay!!!

why dont you make like a tree and feel the breeze and the sun and the changing of the seasons. and Grow