Annabeth Is So Much Stronger Then Me I'm Just Saying If My Mum Got Pissed And Punished Me For Something

the weird thing about growing apart from friends is that you can never fully be rid of them. i don't think once about the girl i promised to never lose contact with for weeks at a time but whenever i see a certain book series i'll think about how much she loved it. i haven't talked to my old friends from camp in months but i'll never not like their pictures when they come up on my feed, and i'll never not like the friends themselves either. and it stings a bit when a boy i used to talk to for hours doesn't say hi to me when i see him in the cafeteria but whenever i see a supermarket cake i'll remember the time in middle school when i brought one to school for his birthday and he ate three slices and told me it was the best cake he'd ever had. you can pull away from friends but never fully break apart. the process of growing apart has a beginning but never an end

i keep forgetting that fears can actually cause you distress. like girl what do you mean that just imagining a situation sent me into a panic attack. thats stupid. im not even in the situation currently.

ITS MARCH YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

Daughter of the Deep

Nelinha: You don't want Ana to die

Nelinha: And I don't want Ana to die

Nelinha: so now we gotta make sure that Ana doesn't want Ana to die

Gemini: Fantastic plan but have you met Ana?

The desi urge to scream 'yaar' at every minor inconvenience in life

when you tryna chill but your siblings love annoyin you

I hate how the booktokification of the “unhinged woman” genre has completely reduced the concept of female rage to just “girlboss” without taking seriously how important it is to unequivocally portray female rage.

Throughout the history of literature, we’ve been given countless instances of women in despair and in sadness but save for a few writers (take Euripides, for example), we’ve rarely ever been given angry women who aren’t the villains or the foil for the perfect poised passive princess. Female rage has constantly been subdued and erased or warped into “she’s just batshit crazy” in pretty much every society.

And now that publishing and media marketing has reduced women showing rage in books to the “white hypersexual girlboss with a knife”, instead of uplifting the way women are allowed to have more dimension and sympathy in their visible anger than ever in literature, the media still isn’t taking this subgenre seriously.

It slaps I’m sorry I only speak the truth

bee: "my laptop is overheating. i think it has a fever." eagle: "at least it has a better immunity system than you do." *cue indignant jaw dropping*