me when i can’t write my diary in Latin
man i hate the allure of a good grilled cheese. you make one and eat it and its so good and perfect, maybe a little bland but in a good way and you instantly think “man that was a really good grilled cheese, im not entirely full yet, maybe i’ll have another…” dont do it. don’t even think about it. it’s the opposite of oreos. you make your second grilled cheese and 3 bites into it you’re so overwhelmed by the monotony. “this isnt nearly as good as the last one” despite being practically identical. The grilled cheese is a sacred food, it must be eaten hot, and quick. A second one only allows you to stew in the memories of the past (your previous cheese) and your nostalgia clouds your mind, creating an epic fail bite in your newest creation of dairy and grain. Show some restraint.
bettsican
I have taken “do not make a second grilled cheese” as law and I need you to understand that it has improved my life so much.
they probably cant love me back in a human or even mammalian sense, but my goldfish with their smooth pea-sized brain have learned to trust that i will make them better when they are sick. i feel like crying about this often
I feel like if you scream at a small animal loud enough it would simply explode
does this work on babies and children?
what is man but an animal playing god?
there's something so compelling to me about the fact that sometimes leaving a blade or bullet inside the wound it made is the only way to prevent you from bleeding to death. something about the ironic symbolism of it. when the thing designed and intended to kill you is the only thing keeping you alive.
also yes i do enjoy a bit of penetration imagery and the perverse intimacy of violence. if you must know.
Being wealthy means peace to me. I'm putting the work now so I can live a life free of monetary-linked worries, not so I can be boastful and raunchy.
Wealth to me is waking up in a tropical location in my own comfortable place, having access to fresh and fulfilling fruits and produce, going out to bike around my town in slippers while the sunlight and warm breeze fuel me. Going to the local market and being part of a community. Traveling when I feel like it and treating the world as my playground. Having people around me I love and who love me. Having access to knowledge and sources of life enrichment.
To me being wealthy is not about being bane and materialistic, it's about having a peace of mind to live and enjoy life at my own terms without having to carry unnecessary financial burdens.
In the grand scheme of the universe, he was only a tiny star…
But to me, he was the center of my universe.
It’s been one year since my bunny Miko passed away. Grief has never left me, but I think I learned to live with it. And just like I made loving him a part of my own person, I turned this grief into a continuation of the love he gave me.
Sleep well my little sun.
to be perfectly honest. i don't care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be
unironically people need to learn to say “they haven’t done anything wrong i just find them annoying”
gummiebun
I personally think people need to understand that if someone hasn’t wronged you or anyone else, you should NOT dislike them. You don’t have to like them; just remain neutral.
nope! this is the kind of attitude the leads to you picking apart every little thing a person does digging through their past for dirt and problematizing everything about them, exaggerating harm, assuming the worst about them, putting words in their mouth, etc, to justify the fact that you simply don’t vibe with them when the truth is that you will not get along with everybody you meet in life and it’s extremely possible to be civil to someone you don’t like. you don’t have to be friends with everybody its fine. it’s certainly nicer than falsely accusing them of some heinous shit rather than admit that you’re not some Disney princess who’s never had an unfairly mean thought in her life and loves everybody and sings with little birdies and is never bitchy or irritable. sometimes you get annoyed for stupid reasons and understanding that your personal feelings about a person aren’t necessarily related to their morals or worthiness as a human being is the first step to being a civil adult.
How did Regulus go from
Sirius' younger brother who did the thing with the locket and also he had a middle name
to
Basically the main character of my universe who's destined for a beautiful (but sometimes heartbreaking) destiny/soulmate level ship with James, and who's sarcastic and hides behind that, but truly loves very deeply when he lets people in
basically overnight in my head?
I don't even know how it happened. One day he was a side character and then I woke up and he was the main character not just of HP or the marauders but of my own brain.
he's my baby
11 year old me: so, do we still like Harry Potter??
16 year old me: we’re obsessed with his dad and Sirius Black’s younger brother
