queer comfort
i am a different person than who i was last year. my hair is longer and i cry less and i am stronger. i am a different person than who i was six months ago. i am free and different and am embracing change. i am a different person than who i was a month ago. i sit in the sunlight without worry and i don’t let things stick and i look up and smile. i am a different person than who i was last week. i explore more and look at the sky and laugh more. i am a different person than who i was yesterday. i let go and breathe. i am whole.
Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours
Enter the sick and twisted minds of @wearewatcher's Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara as they countdown their top five hottest, steamiest, most sopping wet horror movie characters, with a little help from unofficial official Tumblr mascot, Coppy.
i don't WANT to read smut right now
i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia
reading rockstar!remus fics while listening to cigarettes after sex >>>>>
in another universe you miss me too
you know this feeling when you remember a fanfic that make you feel things you didn’t even know you could feel but you are aware that you’ll never read it again bc its completely lost? Yeah, I have this feeling at least twice a day.
when men roll up their sleeves and show their slutty little forearms i wither away like a Victorian man seeing ankles for the first time
if julieta madrigal can heal people with a bread or hell, even a wine... does it mean... she’s technically... jesus?
“When she jumped, she probably thought she would fly”
The Virgin Suicides, 1999