shout out to all the people who identify with gifted kid burnout syndrome who are probably just neurodivergent but werent diagnosed as a child, who used to devour books like it was nothing and never really understood why the protagonist would leave their cool fantasy world behind to go back home at the end of the story, and who are now extremely disappointed in reality and use escapism as their primary coping mechanism. how’s that bisexuality and deep-rooted anger at the school system going for you?
have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t
I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won’t talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend’s parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.
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Kafka said “all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding” and I think more people need to understand that
The Queen of Nothing: a summary
The Folk of the Air character design lineup, characters belong to Holly Black
This is the most accurate description I’ve ever found, thought it was worth spreading ❀
Receiving an apology for something you thought you wanted an apology for and subsequently being forced to grapple with the heavy expectation of forgiveness and, as a consequence of that, the realization that you only wanted the irrefutable confirmation of having been wronged and not the opportunity to do the emotional work of moving on quite yet is exhausting
The fae smiled, sharply: “Give me your name, child.”
“Uhhhhh. Stick.”
“What.”
“Does Leaf work better? I’m just kinda looking around this clearing. Look, I’m trans, I haven’t decided on one yet, I’m throwing some spaghetti at the wall, you know how it is.”
Fae are born with features sharp and narrow, yet this one seems to soften as Moss looks at it. Its grin— sharp, teeth gleaming, its eyes— cutting, searching, the jut and pull of its jaw enough to scratch glass. It does not blink. Branch does not blink. It softens.
“I said, give me your name, child.”
“I still haven’t picked one,” Grass defends, even now still hoping for a way out of a faeries deal.
“No. But your parents did. Give me your name, child, and it shall no longer be yours. The entity of your name shall no longer exist, and you will be free for whichever name you choose— Leaf, or Stick, or Lichen.”
“…oh.” says Petal, and in the next moment a name falls from their lips. It is not their name. It never has been. The fae is sharp and cutting and witty, that moment of softness an imagined slight.
“Very well, child. Be warned of mushroom circles, should you lose your name again.”
“Okay,” Mushroom smiles, and the Fae pulls itself away from their reality in a swirl of feathers and silk.
When they go home for the first time in two months, their mother frets over them in a way she had not since they were a child, and she calls them by no name at all.
Goddamn. This is my favorite version of ‘faeries take your name’, that’s it, we can all go home now.
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The fae said trans rights
when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”
This will never NOT be funny
I’m so glad this is on tumblr
My favourite thing about this is, he didn’t even have to call him ‘Captain’ he could have used the screen-name but he was SO MARRIED TO THE IMMERSION that he DID.
Passenger: CAPTAIIIIN!!!
Captain: y-yeah?
Passenger: LOOOOOOOK!
(FULL BLAST PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN MUSIC)
my fav.
When Emily Brönte said "You said I killed you. Haunt me then."
and when M.L Rio said "Here's the thing about lust: you don't have to like each other. Ever heard of hate sex?"
and when Achilles said “There are no bargains between lion and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.”
and when Oscar Wilde said "Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power."
and when Donna Tartt said "There was a horrible, erratic thumping in my chest, as if a large bird was trapped inside my ribcage and beating itself to death."
?????????
Those are purely raw emotions.
Passion, love, panic, power and death are an insane combination.
@ every girl who thinks “maybe I’m being paranoid” about ur instincts about a guy.... you’re not.
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Sometimes they are.
she didn’t text u back huh? ... good for her
Read a story during undergrad about how if you take a wild animal, such as a wolf, and try to put it somewhere it doesn’t feel safe, it will fight you with everything it has to avoid it. On the other hand, we socialize girls and women to override natural instincts in the name of being polite, which puts them into dangerous situations because predators will take advantage of that social conditioning. I determined at that point that I would do my best to never again let “good manners” put me in a position where I felt unsafe. I encourage others to do the same.
Manners are for when you’re safe and everyone is playing by the same rules.
My experiences in love have taught me difficult lessons, especially my experiences with crazy love. The red relationships. The ones that went from zero to a hundred miles per hour and then hit a wall and exploded. And it was awful. And ridiculous. And desperate. And thrilling. And when the dust settled, it was something I’d never take back. Because there is something to be said for being young and needing someone so badly, you jump in head first without looking. And there’s something to be learned from waiting all day for a train that’s never coming. And there’s something to be proud of about moving on and realizing that real love shines golden like starlight, and doesn’t fade or spontaneously combust. Maybe I’ll write a whole album about that kind of love if I ever find it. But this album is about the other kinds of love that I’ve recently fallen in and out of. Love that was treacherous, sad, beautiful, and tragic. But most of all, this record is about love that was red.
I am one bad moment away from being edgeless. I keep my hands together. I tell myself: if the break will come, it will need to wait. We don't have time to breathe deeply. We only have glass to eat but at least it's something so get to chewing. If we are going to be swallowed by this, it will need to call three weeks in advance and schedule an appointment. Yes we shake so bad the coffee shop won't serve us espresso anymore. Yes we keep having panic attacks at 3 AM. Yes we cry randomly all over our kitchen floor. Who cares. No time for that.
If we look too hard at the mirror, someone else is looking back. I don't know if she's happy, but I won't let her be sad.
You grew your hair out. It looks nice.
It was really beautiful, being part of your life.
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A lesson that we can’t afford not to be taught.
let’s spread this again and again and again
