My Friend Just Became A Cameron Apologist!

Twenty-three

One day you wake up and you’re twenty-three and you can’t remember what it feels like to be seventeen but you still cry to your mother after a bad day and you look a little older but you don’t really feel it. One day you’re twenty-three and your great-aunt is telling you how mature you look and how you grew a little taller but inside you still remember sitting under the oak tree reading with no meetings tomorrow and no rent to pay and the only thing you can think about is how at seventeen you thought at twenty-three you would know everything and now you can’t remember how you got from there to here. But seventeen-year-old you was wrong because you know only some things and not everything.

You know that coffee tastes better in the mornings and your home isn’t your home anymore; it’s “Mum and Dad’s”. You know your car needs servicing every six months and groceries are harder to do after breakups. She liked cookie dough and walnuts and strawberry-flavored milk and now every time you go to the store you can’t buy spaghetti without remembering it was a Friday night and she kissed you for the first time and the heat from her skin could have set your entire place on fire. One day you’re twenty-three and you’re trying to explain to a seventeen-year-old all the mistakes you made so they won’t make them too, when all you really want is for someone to realize you still don’t have the first clue.

─ Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Thoughts

“cursive is stupid and an unnecessary skill” you’re just mad bc i write fast and it looks sick af and you can’t read it. little bitch.

okay but imagine charlie dalton meeting francis abernathy?

my own private idaho is actually a movie about how so many things can change so quickly, how someone who you thought would be in your life forever could grow so distant over just a few days. the movie has SO many scenes of mike and scott being happy together in the first half and even beyond that, scenes where they just burst out into laughter or cause chaos and just spend time together; the only reason the movie is sad is because the ending casts a shadow of impermanence over the rest of the story. it’s like watching home videos of good memories from a distant past, or looking through old photographs of a time where things felt ok. the movie is actually about the overwhelming nothingness of life, there’s not really an “ending” in the real world that wraps stories up into little bows; things just keep going on and on. you just end up back on the road again. it’s just about the story of a few days where something big happens, even if it’s little in the scope of everything. but most importantly it’s a movie about gay sex.

GIRLS WITH IRON DEFICIENCY MAKE SOME NOI- *falls asleep due to fatigue*

No one:

Literally No one:

Witches: shit.... I forgot about Mabon.

just thinking about how i had to travel oversees and pay money in order to see my own cultural heritage that my colonizers stole from me

thinking about the time my mom was enraged because i accidentally took one step out of the door wearing my inside shoes and then walked back in to change em

non asians will literally sit with their shoes on the bed

ding dong the queen is dead

evil charlie dalton be like: to indeed be the devil