I was a lover indeed

Imagine all the things I could do if I just did them.

“online fandom bestie that you once shared intense intimacies with but don’t really talk to anymore simply bc we drifted into new blorbo obsessions” is such a specific type of relationship that has to be impossible to explain to anyone who hasn’t experienced it

nobody has been there for me like the ‘x reader’ tag has been there for me

When Khaled Hosseini wrote “a man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.” I had to stop, put the book down and breathe because never had a sentence knocked the breath out of me like that did.

And when he wrote, “Learn this once and learn it well, my daughter:  Like a compass needle always points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman.”

also when he wrote, “children aren’t colouring books. you don’t get to fill them with your favourite colours.”

Holy shit, this one: “Learn this once and learn it well, my daughter:  Like a compass needle always points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman.”

"That sounds like a good idea......."-"Is there something bothering you with the idea?"-"No, the idea is GOOD.....🙂"

Can someone explain this to me?

The linguistic difference across generations is beautifully explained here thank you