your friendly neighborhood cookie

she/her who am i if not exploited?

[buddie-romance]

thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3

[asthedeathoflight]

When I was in high school we did an english unit on Octavia Butler and the teacher told us hey btw. You should call her "Butler" in your essays. Sometimes students call female writers by their first names unconsciously, but that's not acceptable. If you wouldnt call them William or Ernest you shouldn't call her Octavia.

And I was like cool whatever I was gonna call her Butler anyways. But that moment has stuck with me for my whole life because once you start seeing ppl calling women by their first names where men would be called by their last names you literally never stop seeing it.

[wovi]

[godkissedme]

[passing-as-normal]

[kosmogrl]

don’t take my defeatism too seriously I will always begin again and again no matter what

[qu1etbandit]

look we need to talk.........idiot to idiot

[sophsun1]

When Harry Met Sally... (1989) dir. Rob Reiner

[thoughtcascades]

me after 5 minutes of socializing: i’ve earned 3 days of silence

[segamascott]

accidentally forgot to lock in for the past 43 months

[redfoxraccoon]

[redfoxraccoon]

[thoodleoo]

"i asked chatgpt-" well i consulted the oracle at delphi and she told me that my kingdom will only fall when a mule becomes king of the medes

[fahadaccount]

for the right person, all you have to do is exist

read that again

[salvadorbonaparte]

ugh the Ancient Roman who joined our birdwatching club won't shut up about "bad omens" or "signs of impending war" 😒

[fahadaccount]

fyi... it gets better. you find better. you experience better. you become better

[ashstfu]

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever