The Funniest Shit About Asexuals Is That All Of Us Grew Up Consuming Media That Talks On And On About

March, 1933 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]

Robert K. Greenleaf, “The Servant as Leader.”

Por favor, cualquier pregunta menos eso,

no sé quién soy,

no sé que soy,

no sé que se supone que debo ser,

solo quiero dejar de sentir este peso.

Sylvia Plath, “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”

"if I was Orpheus I would simply not turn around" :')

remus likes to make happy faces with chocolate chips on sirius' pancakes because sirius didn't know it was a thing until he left home, and he just lights up with the biggest, softest smile every time remus puts the plate in front of him byeeee

Proud of the fandom, we should all disturb jk rowling 🥰

I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

"Self insert characters are cringe"

Bro I'm trying to survive capitalism with maladaptive daydreaming. Leave me alone.

Barty es artista caótico, pinta con acrílicos, óleo y acuarela, tiene muchos lienzos, maderas, termina todo manchado; mientras que Sirius es un artista de carboncillo, lápices, tinta, dedos manchados, hojas arrugadas, acumulación de diarios...

Ambos hacen arte desde su dolor, desde las profundidades de su interior, con enojo y caos, pero B busca mantener su ira viva y latente, mientras que S quiere mantener lo malo lejos de sus reacciones y de su vida.