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(...) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.

Life of the Party, 'Addendum II to No Baptism' by Olivia Gatwood

My mom- Why did you cut your hair, Color your hair, got your nails done, and got 2 tattoos within the span of 2 days?

Me- it’s called depression, look it up.

#more like zerotonin am I right?

But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I'll never get used to being alive. It's a mystery. Always startled to find I've survived.

John Steinbeck, from Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters

And love isn't a fact. It's a hunch at first. And then later it's a series of decisions, a lifetime of decisions. That's love.

Welcome to Night Vale: Ep. 100, Toast

"I have a few happy friends. I ask them about being happy the same way my high school friends ask me about being gay, 'So, what do you people do exactly? How do you do IT?"

- Andrea Gibson

What is lonelier?

To grieve or

Not love anyone enough to?

-Alexis Bates, from “Lonelier”, the Lonely.

fearlesslymarta

500lettersforyou

I found a love letter from my mums high school boyfriend along with some old photos. My parents were married for almost two decades, and she still has these hidden away in the attic,

I guess sometimes you just can’t completely erase someone

heavensickness

baby girl i can get melancholic and sentimental over things you can't even imagine

cactusbunni

everyone loves asian people until they’re human beings

cactusbunni

i feel like elaborating on this. people can only ever really imagine asians (and honestly most poc but since i’m asian this is what i feel comfortable with) as objects - specifically objects of desire. you’re an anime character, or a yaoi bishounen, or a kpop idol, or a label on some food, or a porn category, or, or, or. no matter what, you are something to be consumed. this also coincides really neatly with the perception of asia as a monolith - an asian (be they thai or tibetan or korean) is only that: asian. little thought is paid to culture or nationality or ethnicity (because surprise! asian countries have several ethnicities within their borders!). and again asians are interchangeable. you’ve heard the joke that all asians look alike, right? seen how people compare every asian person they see to their bias?

everyone fucking loves asians until it’s time to think about them as individuals, as separate groups, as actual people. the instant we go from fantasy to reality we lose out glitz and people turn their heads and look away. this gets to the point where even realistic portrayals of asian people are warped back into that little box for the purpose of selling to mass market - see peni parker! it... idk it sucks 💖 please examine the way you think about asians and asia

datfearlessfangirl

hi op! i hope you don’t mind me adding on, but this also factors into how little south asians are even considered in media. we don’t fit the neat little stereotype for what asian should be or look like. we can’t be anime characters or k-pop idols, so we don’t matter.

lena221bee

fanfic is the greatest thing because you know for sure that the idiots are gonna kiss

crocoguile

#the idiots always kiss #it may take 9 years #12 chapters #and five hours of angst #but they'll get there if i have to drag them by the ear

To The Boy (BI) Who Lived,

Happy birthday, Harry. You’re more than just a fictional character for me. You opened up the gates of Hogwarts for me. You opened up the gates to the fantasy world for me. You made me believe in the power of friendship and love. Thank you for being the kindest soul on this planet. You did not let your past haunt your present. I shared every emotion with you. I was amazed with you when you found out that you were a wizard. I was scared with you during the sorting ceremony. I stood up with you against Draco Malfoy (and later becoming obsessed with him and realizing you might not be straight, after all). I laughed with you when you won your first quidditch match. I was kinda emotional with you when you found out that your dad was an exceptional quidditch player. I was joyful with you when you received your first birthday present(not counting your first broom on your first birthday). I was panicked with you when I first saw Fluffy. I grew up with you. I cried with you when you lost people who were dear to you and I saw you blame yourself for it. I believed in you when the whole school didn’t. I followed Draco Malfoy with you. I hated Snape with you (maybe more, lol). I saw you getting manipulated by the person who was supposed to take care of you. I saw parts of your parents in Remus and Sirius with you. I loved Ron with you (I’d say more but it’s not possible). I saw you sass your way through life. I saw the little boy who had to grow up a little too early. I saw the little boy who had to fight a fight that wasn’t his to begin with. I saw you walking to your own death at the mere age of 17. I saw you being emotional when you found a letter written by your mum to your Godfather and being happy when you found that you make your Gs the same way. I saw you grow up so much in the forest when you were on the run. I saw you get hurt over and over again but still ready to die for the wizarding world. Your first home. I saw you care, I saw “you care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it”. I saw you become a husband, a father, a best friend, a brother and excelling at every role. I saw you make the biggest mistake of your life by naming your kid Albus Severus. I SAW YOU. I LIVED WITH YOU. I LOVE YOU.

With all the love,

A muggle who wishes she were in your world.

To The Boy (BI) Who Lived,

Happy Birthday, Harry.