"My child is completely fine."
Sir, ma'am, your child's favorite trope is found family. Her most searched tag on ao3 is hurt/comfort. Just the fact that she's on ao3 should be proof enough. All of her favorite books, fanfics, and other forms of stories, involve the main character having severe trauma and them being comforted by a non blood related person. She was one of those kids who wished for bad things to happen to her so she would be "hurt enough" to be comforted. But sure, she's completely fine
Wenn also Formel-1-Fahrer zu schnell fahren, ist das cool, aber wenn ich es mache, ist es illegal. Zumindest kann ich Fuck sagen, ohne gemeinnützige Arbeit zu leisten
Sudden and gratuitous total existence failure... what a way to go
I don't think I've ever been as attached to a paragraph of writing as I am to this one
It's a good thing I like trains and feeling like I'm smarter than everyone else, because otherwise, I would have quit on Atlas Shrugged.
All results, standings, and penalties cease to matter when the mariachi F1 theme is playing
Is it so wrong to read a book purely for the chance to be in on the jokes, for the chance to be apart of a group of people that you have never and will never meet. I want to get the joke and be in the group. I want to be one of you, for if I am you, I need not be myself. Therefore, I read the book.
I despise the way I feel that in order to truly like something, I must be all knowing. Why can't I just like something? I shouldn't feel the need to know the name of every background character, where they came from, and what they're doing there. I want to like something and not feel a burning fear that someone will question the validity of my statement expressing that something brings me joy.
Why did people stop making happy friendship music?? I want serotonin. I want joy. I WANT TO JUMP UP AND DOWN GLEEFULLY!!! LET ME BE JOYFUL YOU ABSOLUTE TRACTOR
I support Max's right and wrongs. Yes, right now there are a lot more wrongs than there are rights; I'm still rooting for him. He could rob a bank and still be completely babygirl in my eyes
Did I have to braid my hair today? No. I did it anyway. Did I get mad when it didn't look how I pictured it in my head? Yes. Did I redo it until looked like the picture? Yes. Does it look like the picture? No one can be quite sure
Everytime I read a new book, I have to spend at least 3 days contemplating whether or not I'm actually a despicable human being who should be taken out back and shot, not in the head though, so they can study my brain.