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Spread Anonymous Love

There’s so much anon hate. And it can really hurt someone.

Let’s start something.

If you read this, please stop and take a moment.

Pick a blog and send them some anonymous love. It’ll be so appreciated by the individual. It’ll only take a few short moments and it could make a world of difference to them.

Please, let’s spread love instead of hate. ❤️

personally, to me, finn/re/y has always been more sibling-like, i did not see/feel the romantic undertones some did.. that being said i still think we should respect peoples ships and not be gloating and throwing shade a fin/nre/y or the shippers imho.

the signs as things in melodrama
  • aries: the ch-ch sound in perfect places
  • taurus: the chord progression in green light
  • gemini: the guitar part in the louvre
  • cancer: the a capella part in supercut
  • leo: "broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it"
  • virgo: the low piano notes in writer in the dark
  • libra: the instrumental part in hard feelings
  • scorpio: "bet you wanna skip my calls now, but guess what? i like that"
  • saggitarius: the first eight seconds of sober
  • capricorn: the background vocals in liability (reprise)
  • aquarius: d-d-d dynamite
  • pisces: the strings in sober ii (melodrama)
Happy Birthday Mirrors...

A little check on my document properties reveals that I began writing Mirrors exactly 1 year ago today! When I started this story I thought it would just be a sweet little romance of 50K, maybe 60K words max - and we’re about to hit 200K with the next update. I honestly couldn’t have predicted where this story has gone, and I could never have imagined the support I would receive for it. The comments have not only encouraged me to write an original book someday, but have helped me emotionally through a pretty difficult year. So thanks, friends. xoxo


Just once in fiction I want a barren woman to be relieved she can’t poop out a baby for the love of her life because she super doesn’t want one anyway.  And for the love of her life to be like “Yeah!  Rock on, worry-free sex!” and then they high five and bone forever. 

I am so fucking sick of *female* infertility being a tragic plot device, and I’m so sick of the supposition that women in love want only to start squirting out kids for their men. 

does listening to newsies give anyone else this tight emotion in your chest that threatens to spill over at any moment