midnights & cups of coffee

I’m such a slut for casual intimacy. Like yesss rest your chin on my shoulder while we're in line at the grocery store, I live for that shit.

Gotta do it

I don’t care what news I get I just want this stupid potato dog on my dash

I need good news 🙏

everything everywhere all at once is about intergenerational trauma. about depression and passive suicidality and the gravitational appeal of nothingness. about aging, getting older in your twenties and getting older in your fifties. about the specific hurt mothers can cause their daughters and daughters their mothers. about the harsh reality of the immigrant experience and the american dream. but it’s mostly about kindness and family and it’s about choosing to sit at home talking about taxes with someone who loves you, and it’s about telling your daughter that you’d choose her over the entire universe, and it’s about how even in the universes where life didn’t form, love can still exist. and it’s really all of that at once.

Where do you go when the love that left you won’t leave you alone? I could drop a wish where your smile bends into the sunrise, but words are blind, and maybe we’re just a letter that starts with goodbye. If I let you into my heart, do you promise not to wreck the place? I don’t need to feel the sun, just let me touch your skin - darling, this doesn’t have to always be happily ever after, ever after is just fine.

Is there anything sadder than being in a fandom that has little to no fanart while also being someone who cannot draw for their life