How many times have I looked in the mirror and cursed this body. That was molded from my mother’s. That was sculpted by my story.
How many times have these hands prodded and poked. At skin that was just breathing. At a body that was just living.
- All My Girlhood.
ok but if bruce wayne somehow came upon zuko fresh out of banishment he would lose his mind.
black hair? check. bad parent(s)? check. trauma? double check.
bruce: how’d you get your scar?
zuko: my dad got mad at me for saying that killing people is wrong so he lit my face on fire and banished me.
bruce, vibrating with excitement, already pulling adoption papers from his utilility: that’s terrible. how do you feel about capes.
This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever made
Me normally: I love people! They’re so wonderful and fascinating! I thrive off human interaction!
Me after an 8 hour shift in retail: The human race is a blight upon this earth and must be purged from existence.
“I’m not doing awfully well but I’m trying very, very, very hard,”
— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Florence Ehrhardt, c. February 1974
CONNOR - RK800 ↷
“I self test regularly. I know what I am, and what I am not.”
You’re alive!
reblog if you wish freddie mercury was still with us.
pleas e never forget this kingsman scene