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you're in her dms. i'm in a time loop and dooming my world to end over and over for her because i can't let go of what I want. and neither can she.
listened to "little more time" by niall horan for the first time, didn't even get to the second verse before i added it to my hollanov playlist.
— Mahmoud Darwish (commonly attributed to)
every woman is at the cusp of madness. she is only one step away from falling off the cliff of grace and landing on the bosom of insanity. yet she fears it deeply, resisting it, pushing it away like it’s a scalding iron rod which will brand her evil. she knows what happened to her foremothers who spoke against the institutions of “God” & his workings. the witches were burnt and the saints like mirabai were poisoned.
so she hides her darkness under the guise of being liked. her voice is honey sweet even when blood drips from her mouth. she makes sure to swallow it. every drop of it. yet madness lingers on in the crinkles of the clothes she folds, the rumbling of her belly, the sound of her footsteps. the threat of impending doom prevails.
she thinks she’s the only one feeling this way because all the other women are happy in their shrunken bodies, giving birth and raising families. they don’t complain about the lava in their wombs which keeps them up at night. their masks don’t slip because she thinks they aren’t wearing any.
It deeply saddens me that "pdf file" has become slang for pedo. Don't you dare disrespect my wife the beautiful portable document format ever again
and to the children in the notes saying we need this fucking baby talk to get around censorship online; there's been no credible evidence that any site other that YouTube (which will only demonetize your video, ftr) will actually censor or hide content that include words like rape, pedophile, gun, terrorist, etc. etc. and even if we take as a given they were (which, again, they are not), do not fucking comply in advance, you absolute fucking coward. and ESPECIALLY do not comply by altering your real life fucking vocabulary. don't let the technocrats dictate what words you say holy fucking shit dude!!!!!!!!!!!!
the worst person you know thinks they're super empathetic. the kindest person you know thinks they're fucked up and evil
Can we stop with the character development. Where's my beach episode.
no character has been such a disaster depressed horny bisexual like ilya rozanov since eric kripke conjured the nightmare that is dean winchester and i think that's beautiful
Obsessed with characters who are chronic oversharers but in a way that conceals any real information about themselves. Characters who talk about everything but leave out everything that actually has meaning to them, who use their oversharing to hide all the things they're not talking about.
i never realised that eleanor does this. i always thought that she's way too comfortable letting people know that she's selfish so they don't see her insecurities but maybe she doesn't realise it? but now that i am re-watching i am actually seeing how much she DOESN'T share and that's also something i do
can someone edit chidi and eleanor to all things end by hozier? bonus points if it ends with the wave monologue.
GUESS WHAT ISN'T PREDICTABLE, SAGE?
LOVE
YOU FUCKING IMBECILE
The Good Place Chapter 47: The Funeral to End All Funerals
reblog if you’ve had an online friendship that’s lasted more than 2 years
in the chillest possible way,
[no beers in] do you think im ever going to belong somewhere
"the imaginary or hypothetical harm that we believe a black person to be capable of enacting will always be less socially acceptable than the harm we know for a fact white people materially cause" the movie.