i wish i could experience femininity lika a man...
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i wish i could experience femininity lika a man...
Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep
the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
Andrew said “I’ll always protect you” and Neil is so fucking annoying he said “bet” and continuously tried to call his bluff.
anyway this is me telling you Neil routinely does random trust falls on Andrew, because it’s a win win scenario for him. Either Andrew catches him and Neil gets to feel cared for or Andrew lets him fall and Neil gets to be insufferable about it for a week.
After the tenth one Andrew is sick of it and tells Kevin to tell Neil off but Kevin thinks it’s a good test of his reflexes and let’s Neil continue.
Andrew always catches him tho, just to prove the point he keeps his word. He stops Neil’s fall, waits a second or two and once he feels he’s made his point, let’s Neil fall the remaining two feet to the ground. Because I love you but fuck you
there is something so captivating about a book character having no physical description... its all on you to create this person in your head solely based on your feeling and their personality
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"Přistoupili? Vaše jízdenky, prosím..."
they’re horrors to YOU, however i’m turned on by them
'not dishwasher safe' don't care i'm crazy. i'd put the holy grail in that thing
Agent Browning after another day’s work of dealing with a college athlete’s obsession over a stick-ball-game
i. “Did you ever notice how in the Bible, when ever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel?” – THOMAS DAGGETT, THE PROPHECY
ii. “…for beauty is nothing but the onset of terror we’re still just able to bear, and we admire it because it calmly disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrifying.” – RAINER MARIA RILKE, THE DUINO ELEGIES
桜満開と降雪 by kajaki jp
It’s so funny going from Neil’s asexual pov to jeans definitely NOT asexual pov
Neil: Kevin is tall and has a tattoo
Jean: pretty boy with a soft smile and beautiful green eyes
Neil: Renee is a women and has hair
Jean: a force of hope and beauty, an anomaly in a world that’s ugly and bleak. She is the sun.
Neil: Jeremy is the captain of the Trojans and he smiles a lot for some reason
Jean: his bleach blonde hair frames his tanned freckled skin, his broad shoulders and tiny waist give way to his thicc thighs and ass
But also the reverse
Neil: Andrews strong unwavering frame and honey colored eyes
Jean: the tiny goalkeeper
cant stop laughing about the fact that jean literally called andrew a 'fair-hared rat'
(how many different deaths I can die?)
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath — July 1950 - July 1953
just cleansing my energy<3
No, actually, I don't think my indoor cat would be happier if he could free-roam. For one thing, the feather-toys inside have never died on him mid-playtime, and I feel like that might be a disappointment
As though predetermined by fate I awoke this morning to Ollie standing on top of my chest, fur slightly-damp, and when I went downstairs to investigate whatever shenanigans he had somehow gotten into I found that the back door had somehow blown open in the night.
He has never had unsupervised access to the outdoors before but it appears he stepped outside, found it to be raining slightly, and decided "fuck this shit, I'm getting Dad"
I love my fragile son
okay listen. LISTEN. dear your holiness remus singing "father figure" just to fuck with sirius? pleased i need it. i need it like air in my lungs
The Witch, 1893 by John Collier