there's no book club??

hey itll be okay. blorbo covered in blood

I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.

some people act like its so embarassing to be into fandom as a woman in your 40s and 50s but suddenly embrace it when a 60 year old lady is really into spirk or whatever... its weird. realistically all the people who wrote those pillars-of-the-community masterworks in the 2000s are floating around someone in that age bracket now...... same goes for all of those who kept this or that show on air in the 90s, running forums like the navy... not to mention all the women who discovered this stuff late and are experiencing a new lease of life. how can u not find that kind of beautiful? i support u, middle-aged women of tumblr and ao3....

september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together

in november I'm getting my shit together

in december I’m getting my shit together

in february I’m getting my shit together

in march I’m getting my shit together

in april I’m getting my shit together

in may I’m getting my shit together

in june I’m getting my shit together

an interest passing feels like being abandoned by the evil spirit that had taken possession of your body

pulling out hanks of grass and sighing listlessly. i kind of miss being posessed. isn't there an evil spirit somewhere that wants to possess meeee