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I’m just here for fanfic ✨🧚🏼‍♂️ 26

[da-pitt]

ROBBY BEING NOSY | THE PITT (2.07 + 2.09)

[japril]

[nov-palette]

My hot take that l am definitely gonna be flamed for:

[melsglasses]

mmmm lavalamp

[alysonafterdark]

[spiriteddesire]

[goodboyben]

Mel bet on this losing dog and she’s going to drag him across the finish line.

[eros-heartache]

[princessdelacruz]

kingdon + tumblr tags (part 6)(v)(iv)(iii)(ii)(i)

(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)

[scarringstars]

every time bellamy calls clarke princess

[i-guess-it-rains]

nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can't remember it

[catchymemes]

[willgrahamscock]

me when the devastating fanfic I chose to read is actually devastating

[willgrahamscock]

[micro-usb-deactivated20230625]

[cosmicgallant]

[soupinmyshoe-deactivated2022122]

The only two replies on this tho

[rslashrats]

why is everyone talking about this website dying again for tje 15th time

[rslashrats]

they;re selling us to one direction??

[beadyeyes]

does any one else think it should be easier

[taykoutmccleod]

clap if it should be easier!

[paratoxinz]

[guy with the Cant Focus Disorder] why the fuck can't I focus

[paratoxinz]

i just need to focus

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

after a suicide attempt in 2016

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13