it hurts when you want to move on but for some reason you can’t. you pray, you cry, you fight with all intention to get rid of that love in your heart you no longer want. yet it still lingers, manifests as a wasp sting to the conscious. it aches. this feeling is a stage of grief no one admits out loud.
want to annotate a book and give it to a girl <3
the kind of gay representation i want from marvel is simple. i want to hear a grindr noise from bucky’s phone while he and sam are staking a place out and sam is like come ON dude
ok but legitimately i think the reason why kids aren’t taking internet safety seriously is because the people who are telling us not to put our personal information out seem so out of touch. no one acknowledges the possibility of meeting very real teenaged friends online, they always say that everyone you meet is a 40 year old white man in disguise. because they aren’t acknowledging things we know are true, it becomes a lot easier to dismiss the rest of what they’re saying as well. internet safety lessons absolutely must keep up with the times and acknowledge the internet’s capacity for good if you want kids to take to heart warnings about its capacity for bad.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
just want a cute girl to play w/ my hair as im cuddling her, half asleep.
i made art/wallpapers cuz spooky season
every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking
“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”
—Oscar Wilde
just found out people simp for Brahms and maybe it’s the fact that i hate porcelain dolls with a passion but i don’t like it