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It's always inherited trauma never inherited money.
i do consider myself a temporarily embarrassed lightning wizard
musings on touch
margaret atwood, natalie diaz, ocean vuong, susan sontag, anne carson, marya hornbacher, mary oliver
ānever kill yourselfā is such a funny phrase to me that i think itās accidently started working. its like an affrimation. say ānever kill yourselfā enough times as a joke and maybe you wonāt try to kill yourself over minor inconviences anymore
I love asking friends, without context, "what are you really into this week?" I'll go first. this week I'm really into mouthwash and sudoku. Last week I was into peaches.
we used to be a society on here!! reblog, don't like! I want to hear what you're into!!! I'm literally looking into the nyt game Pips!!!
the problem with calling inanimate objects āgirlā is that once you start you cannot stop. I said āgirlā to the dishwasher because that bitch would not close no matter how hard I whacked her pussy. what is wrong with me
this is a foundational text to me i canāt believe it hasnāt even cracked 4k retweets
so funny when 20yo women belittle women in their late 20s, girl that is gonna be you in a time span thatās gonna feel like 3 seconds
āpushing 30 and [having a hobby]ā well yes
Seems like I'm Gretchen āĖāæšĖ°šš
this august do whatever you want and stay up late
They should invent a life thatās structured without being monotonous and challenging without being demanding and eventful without being stressful and peaceful without being boring
When carrie bradshaw said your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing
When dostoevsky said maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with
academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches
"you're just scared your diploma is going to devalue" i'm afraid you dumb bitches are going to become my colleagues and drag social services to hell
On writing sexual tension
ā¹ standing too close. likeĀ just barelyĀ not touching. why are their shoulders breathing on each other??
ā¹ conversations that sound normal but feel like foreplay. āpass the saltā has never been so loaded.
ā¹ one of them says something flirty and the otherĀ freezesĀ for 0.2 seconds like āoh.ā
ā¹ eyes dropping to lips and thenāback up.Ā with effort.
ā¹ holding eye contact just a little too long. like... are they gonna kiss or duel??
ā¹ unintentional physical contact that lastsĀ one second too longĀ and now theyāre both broken
ā¹ a hand on the small of the back.Ā thatās it.Ā thatās the tweet.
ā¹ tension so thick that other characters start noticing like āhey are you two okay?ā (they are not)
ā¹ āaccidentalā sleepovers. āoh no thereās only one bed.ā yeah. suuuure.
ā¹ biting back a smile. biting back aĀ moan. biting anything really.
ā¹ one of them walks away and the other has toĀ physically restrainĀ themselves from watching the hips
ā¹ lots of sighing. frustrated sighs. horny sighs. āi want to kiss you but Iām emotionally unavailableā sighs.
ā Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child
[text ID: To write, you have to want something to survive you.]
āSuddenly I wonder, āWhere is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?ā
ā Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath