thinking about “you haven’t met all the people who will love you” and like!!! you also haven’t found all the things that will make you happy!!!! there will always be new authors and musicians and artists whose work you will one day discover and love!!!! there will always be new hobbies and skills for you to learn and feel fulfilled by!!! there will always be new things around the corner that will bring sudden and unexpected happiness!!!!!!!!!!!

reading other comments on the fic you’ve just commented on is like. asynchronous book club meeting 🫶

fuck people who reblog posts which contradict each other. no! be explicitly clear

admire folks who reblog posts which contradict eachother. exactly! keep em guessing

a heatwave is a type of ancient curse

(with unconstrained lust and heart shaped pupils) hey. I liked your wordplay.

Historical figures got me saying things like ‘hm the turn of the 18th-19th century wasn’t that long ago really’ and it keeps outing me as the ghost of a man born in 1779

Men don’t refer to one another as “my dear” anymore and that’s just the beginning of what’s wrong with the world

accidentally referred to my knight as father in front of the entire court i need to fake my death