So I Finished Watch Glass Onion Like 30 Minutes Ago And It Was Fucking Incredible. Absolute Masterpiece.

Running your hand up and down your legs when u haven't shaved for weeks, like....

You aren’t faking if some days you struggle less than others. You aren’t being overly dramatic if some days are worse than others.

It’s normal for things to fluctuate and you are equally valid whether it’s a good day or bad day or somewhere in between.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how the first mates/mating bond we ever saw was Emrys and Malakai in HoF, and how they were both men.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how a princess with a stick up her ass is unafraid to say she’s in love with another woman.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how Aedion, the Wolf from the North, openly admits that he has had male lovers in the past.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how Morrigan tells Feyre that she prefers women to men.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how there are two High Lords, some of the most powerful people in the world, who do not care that others know that they’ve taken many men to their bed before.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how SJM listens to us and gives us what we ask for without complaint, how she modifies her stories for us.

And some of y'all still cannot be appreciative.

Smh.

okay, i don’t hate kids. i think they’re sort of funny. i like that you can talk to them like an adult and they’ll make sounds like they understand. i taught one kid “phosphorescence” and he looked at me and said, “they could just call it glowing if it means something that glows.” the kid undid the entire science community in one sentence.

but i hate kids.

or really, i hate how they’ve always been expected from me.

when i was five i was given “babies.” i hated the hardness of dolls, disposed of them for dramatic stories between stuffed animals. i knew how to wrap, feed, and care for a baby before i could spell my last name. when i was nine i was already “watching the kids”. i was only four years older than my cousins were. i wanted to go out and play. instead i was expected to have responsibility. by the time i was thirteen all of my friends had told me about how many children they were going to have in their twenties. 

my hips were “child-bearing” hips. my brother was a scientist, or a fireman, or a steamroller. i was going to make a good housewife, or mom, or nanny, or mom, or mom, or mom.

and when my body hurt, i was told it wasn’t really my body, not really, it belonged to my future children. i couldn’t cut or snip or tie anything; i was trapped by the potential energy that hung above me. a boulder, threatening. i couldn’t get tattoos, because what would i tell my children? i couldn’t kiss a girl, because what would i tell the children? i couldn’t be risky or wild or anything but a lady, because what about the children?

and when i said “i don’t want children” - not biologically, at least, not when cancer and depression and a whole other host of terrible things lives inside me - do you know what they said? “it’ll change, wait and see” “it’s not bad” “you’ll get used to it” “when you meet the right man” “you don’t want to be lonely”.

i don’t hate kids. i’m great with them. 

but then i’m told again that my life will be forfeit to them - something in me snaps angry. “wait until you have kids” “you should travel before you have children” “you’ll be more happy.” 

i hate kids! i’ve snarled. i don’t mean it at all. but god. please, leave me alone. i don’t want to be a biological mom. 

it’s like we’re born with a uterus and told “this is your whole life. your singular purpose. your job.” 

i want to be my own purpose. not here for the sake of passing genes on.

math problem: *begins with “we know that..”*

me: WE dont know SHIT

@.MercedesBenzUK Mercedes-Benz, perfect for driving days and Knights. Congratulations Sir Lewis.

Good girls come to heaven, everyone else can come as far as they want!

My fantastic mom <3

Mind f***

That awkward moment, when you finish Clockwork Princess and remember that Ithuriel is also the angel that Valentine held captive :|

Same energy