- Ask me anything
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Tharion Ketos and Ithan Holstrom share a single brain cell, but neither of them has it. Who knows where it is? Not them, that’s for sure.
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Nesta: I don’t answer to my sister or to you😡!!
Also Nesta: Reports to Rhys’ office at the ass crack of dawn to get yelled at just like she was ordered to.
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Hunt/Bryce and Ruhn/Lidia are absolutely sublime in HOFAS oh my lord
Damn SJM knows how to write romances.
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- I’m not the child you once knew.
- No. That child would see you and run.
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book tiktok has made me go from slightly spicy fairies to straight up alien porn in a frighteningly short span of time
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me: *smiles at phone*
my friend: *smirks* a boy?
me: fanfiction
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pride SHOULD have weirdos and freaks actually. it shouldnt be sanitized and full of cookie cutter cis white thin ppl. say queer make out in the streets wear leather bring back flagging. stop trying to turn pride into a fun event for cishet families. queer ppl arent zoo exhibits. i want to see angry queers shouting their pride in the streets not be bombarded with rainbow pens from banks. keep pride a riot.
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any enemies to lovers media: [and they were roommates voice] and they never actually hated each other
me: oh my god they never actually hated each other
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i just get stuck. halfway between things, invisible rules come between my fingers. i have 2 important things to do today; i am doing neither. i am frozen. i want to get up to do one or at least do something, but there’s a rule i’m not following, because i don’t know it yet. i’m just not allowed to get up. i don’t like being here. i feel scattered, raw. it’s like living inside a sunburn. every move is the wrong one.
how can you explain that to someone. i am a person with so many strengths and so much love. but i can’t get up yet. i don’t know why. i just …. get stuck.
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i’m ready for june. the purest month. the friday afternoon of summer, when the world hums with possibility. when spring kisses summer on the cheek, leaves behind a trail of ferns and dew. june is packing your suitcase for a trip. june is a sprinkler in the lawn. june is goodbye and hello all at once. every day feels like the first moment after you wake up, when the dreams still stick to your skin. we wander dazed and hazy in the infant months of heat and sun. we are lovely and unafraid
(via healingsuggestions)