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.
"The ships hung in the sky much in the same way that bricks don't" yes, for everything. Anything that could ever happen, could happen much in the same way that bricks don't, even if bricks do.
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
"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
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.
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.
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
If I'm not supposed to enlist, then why did they make all the propaganda so enticing.
They really got me with the insta edits, take me out and slowed Macarena were shockingly convincing
Junge, tragen Sie Padmes Kleid normalerweise in Ihrem Matheunterricht um 7 Uhr morgens. Hören Sie auf, sich von der modernen Welt sagen zu lassen, dass wir uns nicht so kleiden können, als würden wir Naboo retten.
Alles an diesem Outfit ist richtig gemacht. die Länge, die Ärmel, die Armbänder, das Kopfstück. alles davon. Warum kleiden wir uns nicht alle so