Being A Girl Is: Wanting To Go To Bed Early But Deciding To Just Get On Tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 For A Little

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?

If I had a nickel for every time a gay angel was sent to super something because he was in love with his best friend, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

the day has finally come

THEY NEED TO POST A VIDEO AT 7:30 OF THEM AT AN OLIVE GARDEN ASKING IF THE TABLE IS READY.

will they get the table? will we have to wait another 15 years for the food? will they not have the reservation ready and have to make a new one? who knowsssss 😭.

seriously tho i would cry.

“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow

google search how to act normal

google search how often should i blink

google search what am i supposed to say after i say whats up and they say not much

google search how close is it normal to stand

google search am i offputting

Hope: You got a haircut.

Y/n: Oh, yeah. Do you like it?

Hope: Looks okay-- I guess.

[later]

Hope, sobbing into Josie' shoulder: She looks so good.

Josie: I know.

Hope: I'm so gay.

Josie: I know…

me completely by myself in my room: alright everybody just calm down

I am Kenough.

they are so real for this