every gay friend group has: the repressed academic, the ska loving "brawn", the formerly mean girl psychic, the match making anime fan, the astrology lover, the lesbian butcher/reluctant big sister, the sexy cat with nine lives, the walrus who runs a magic shop and the local witch who wants to kill everyone
warm baked goods are insane. something so beautiful and almost maddening about absolutely tearing into them when they’re fresh. feeling warm all over after. I really do get vampires for real
rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"
Your first pride story was touching and all but you still married a man.
Yeah, bisexuals do that sometimes.
one of the most enduringly obnoxious things about algorithmic feeds is that there is genuinely no amount of blocking and tailoring and "not interested in this" and "show me less content like this" that will ever ever convince the algorithm that you don't want to be shown content promoting weight loss
I have never stanned anyone as hard as I stan Zelenskiy
"[...] Seven trees the human fells, ten times seven the storm throws, seven hundred the snow crushes and the avalanches smother, and seven thousand grow, become centennials, age and rot, and it was their only purpose that they lived and bloomed, scattered seeds and died."
Translation from: Waldrausch. Ludwig Ganghofer, 1908.
if you’re not ending your emails with “kill me! your slave and enemy,” then what are you doing with your life
when you’re on your period you’re like am I just on my period or am I feeling all the loneliness and pain I’ve been feeling since i turned 12
Bits from my life, occasional reblogs | Autumn: always-between-birches | Winter: burnt-almonds
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