happy mother’s day to that mom who sold y/n to one direction
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we're not kids anymore.
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happy mother’s day to that mom who sold y/n to one direction
I stuttered as I spoke, lead on my tongue and the world on my shoulders. I was disgusted of what I said, of the person that I was, no matter what I thought of myself to be otherwise. I will beg for forgiveness if I could, from my parents and my friends. I’m sorry for not being enough of what you deserved. How will you ever forgive me, when I can’t even forgive myself?
WAIT PEOPLE ON TUMBLR ARE REAL FUCKING PEOPLE
no im a search engibe
no im not im a grocery store
No I’m a shit music platform
No I'm an online game
NO IM A COUNTRY
Yeah no I'm a country too. Not a real person sorry
no im a fanfic website
You know you have a problem when ao3 is down again and you can't breath.
'Hate' is such a strong word. I don't hate anyone really. The only person i can hate is myself.
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
I was not an aesthetically pleasing person, I made a mess of the things I touched and stampered my way through sentences. I screamed my way through life and cried at the death of loved ones.
I was horrible at one time and bitter the next. My forehead creased with frown lines and my eyes an unimaginable red. My hands were not made for artwork, as they throbbed when words filled a page and resisted as fingers worked across a canvas.
Human interactions baffled me, for I was left with a dull ache in my heart every time i opened my mouth. I was never good enough. Not as a daughter or as a friend. How could I ever beg for forgiveness for what I was? They did not deserve me. They deserved better.
~ An excerpt from a story I never wrote
who needs a social life when you have followers who don’t talk to you and you run a blog no one cares about
“Focus in the present” girl… everything is happening at the same time
best ship dynamic is when they go from "you fool" (derogatory) to "you fool" (desperate)
goals for 2024
- be an idgafer
guys I failed
An evening in Ketterdam
What a year this week has been.
It’s Monday.
It sure as hell is.
The earlier in the day Monday you reblog the funnier this gets
TAKAHASHI FUMIYA as Gaku Kitada Fermat's Cuisine (2023)
I love the 22!Soukoku dynamic in canon because every interaction they have is like:
Dazai: Ughhh Chuuya is so annoying, why won’t he leave me alone (hasn’t actually talked to Chuuya in 4 years)
Chuuya: Ughhh what the fuck now, I bet it’s Dazai’s fault (Dazai is nowhere nearby or involved in the scene)
they need hugs...and so do I