Caitlyn Poster And Mockup

What they don’t say is how the storm doesn’t knock on the door. It gets into your shoes, climbs into your lungs, you try to smile but your face doesn’t know how, you try to speak but your throat is filled with water and people keep telling you it’ll pass but what they mean is: "they hope you survive it"

they mean: "please stay long enough to see the sun again" and you nod because it’s easier than saying “I’m already gone.”

But you keep walking or crawling, or dragging yourself by your own breath. You make it through a minute and another and a thousand more. You don’t even notice the moment the storm starts to pass. You just look up one day and the sky is…not clear, but softer.

You laugh and it doesn’t feel like lying.

You cry and it feels like release, not drowning.

And no, you don’t remember how you survived. You don’t remember each battle you had with your own mind or the nights you wanted to disappear.

but you’re still here and that means something, even if your voice trembles, even if you don’t know what comes next.

You stayed.

You stayed.

You stayed.

How long does someone have to be dead before it’s considered archeology instead of grave robbing?

im sorry but good omens casting benedict cumberbatch as satan is literally the funniest thing ever

the real reason howl kept his castle moving was tax evasion

Read them hashtags folks! Vik is probably reading High Hawk Season and Jayce..well, not so lucky.

kinda funny when english teachers say stuff like “i can tell if you didnt read the book” or “i can tell when people bs their paper”

no you cant.  you can tell when people are bad at bs-ing their paper.  i didnt even read the sparknotes and i barely skimmed the wikipedia and you gave me an A.  you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

scurvy has got to have one of the biggest disease/treatment coolness gaps of all time. like yeah too much time at sea will afflict you with a curse where your body starts unraveling and old wounds come back to haunt you like vengeful ghosts. unless☝️you eat a lemon

God I love how Donna and Ten at the start of Unicorn and the Wasp are like “1920′s party! HELL YEAH” and then they spend 99% of the time just gossiping with each other instead of, like, interacting

Sometimes I think I left a part of me in an old cereal box, the one with cartoons on the front and puzzles on the back, half solved in crayon, soft and smudged. Sometimes I remember sitting on the kitchen floor, feet cold against tile, watching dust dance in a shaft of morning light like it had secrets to tell if you watched long enough. There was a radio playing some song I didn’t know the name of but sang anyway. My mum’s humming from another room,the scent of toast, burnt a little, but home. I think I'd give everything to go back just once.

Not to stay.

Just to sit for a moment, legs crossed,sun on my knees, and not know yet what heartbreak was.