At Times, Nothing Works And The Only Way To Exist Is Simply Fall Asleep.

When my therapist points out how fucked up something from my childhood was

Oh, to have a homoerotic enemy who becomes so obsessed with destroying you that both of your lives intertwine together so deeply that you are inseparable, like two super nova stars circling each other until one day you inevitably crash and cause the destruction of both of you and the entire universe in the process

Sag (F) and Pises (M) please!

who’s the cuddler: Pisces.who makes the bed: anyone lol.who wakes up first: Sag.who has the weird taste in music: Pisces.who is more protective: Both!who sings in the shower: Pisces.who cries during movies: Pisces (Sag cries too but tries to hide it).who spends the most while out shopping: Pisces.who kisses more roughly: Sagittarius.who is more dominate: Sag.my rating of the ship from 1-10: 10!  

INFP: So, what happened?

INFJ: Well, you got drunk, butt dailed me, told me you loved me, and then started screaming Kesha songs at the top of your lungs

People keep searching for ways to argue that JK Rowling has always been a horrible person deep down as a way of explaining her recent behaviour.

But here’s the thing: that’s probably not true at all.

Pretending it is discounts the harsher, scarier truth: that even decent, well-meaning people can be radicalised by dangerous, hateful, predatory groups, and given enough time they can become truly hideous versions of their former selves.

It can happen to me. It can happen to you. It can happen to any of us, given the right mix of circumstances. And over the past few years, we’ve seen it happen to one of the most famous children’s authors of our age.

Nobody is immune.

INFP, taking a deep breath: INFJ... I'm in love with you.

INFJ: I know.

INFP: What? How do you know?

INFJ: Because we're dating.

INFP: We are?

INFJ: We're not?

if you were always told to ‘sit like a lady’ by angry adults as a kid, you’re gay now