When Hozier Said We Tried The World, Good God, It Wasn't For Us

i’m going to sleep & not waking up until i'm in my mid twenties and in the arms of my lover who reads poetry to me everyday while we watch the sunset and i'm completely at ease and safe and warm

me: *puts effort into my appearance before i go out anywhere* *checks myself out in any reflective surface i encounter* *observes myself in the mirror from the perspective of a stranger*

the unavoidable presence of margaret atwood that resides permanently in my consciousness:

I love that Donna Tartt wrote this cautionary tale about how we shouldn't let our hubris rule us and how literature can bend our minds, and all of us are like "You know what I wanna do? Throw a bacchanal"

the fact that i have to endure TWO valentine's day a year should be considered a hate crime

at this point even one bad dishonest kiss would do

Nuwanda wakes up every day and proudly declares "fuck gender, fuck authority, and above all, fuck me."

would you prefer to learn French or Italian before you die?

the threatening aura of this message reads like it was sent by the duolingo owl

“I am desperately romantic when life has given me no reason to be and that, I think, is the definition of hope.”

— c.r.w.

Forbidden (Frank Capra, 1932)

that last one was to far

don't mess with the dps fandom, we're like 8 and will cry if we see snow.

i hate when people ask me what sign i am like bitch i’m a sign from god. start running.