I hate it here so I will go to lunar valleys in my mind

t.s. + the motif of space

you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333

semiaquatic secret agent

quitting mental health to watch this fuckass sport

Persephone Dreams, Niall Grant

Are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these? And let all your damage damage me? And carry your baggage up my street? And make me your future history -> I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift, pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away, my spine split from carrying us up the hill

i think it shld be more widespread for ppl to read aloud to each other as a means of spending time together. like even just a bunch of adults sitting together reading wikipedia articles or something

Source: Out In America; A Portrait Of Gay and Lesbian Life , by Michael Goff and the staff of OUT magazine

i know a lot of people have mentioned this, but i’m just obsessed with the way taylor refused to sanitize herself on this album. she’s telling you everything. she got off to gross men whilst already in another relationship. she fell for the most obvious lies because she wanted to believe them. she was mad at anyone who tried to warn her. yes, she’s still mad at you for clutching your pearls and watching her like a circus animal btw. she’s having his baby—no she’s not! she just likes trolling. she does really want babies, though. like a lot. she felt like she’d been abducted by aliens and found cosmic love, but in reality, she was manic. and then he fucking ghosted her! and he didn’t even measure up in any measure of a man!!!!! and now she’s devastated by him and his predecessor! she feels like a wondrous prophet one day and the desperate victim of a curse the next. btw he knows how to ball and she knows aristotle. and fuck kim k! also man sex with certain men kinda fucked her up, but at least the writing that came from it defined her legacy. the manuscript isn’t hers anymore. she hopes this insane ass manuscript won’t have to be hers, either! free her of these stories.

music is like if god existed for exactly 3 minutes and 47 seconds, or perhaps 27 minutes and 16 seconds. or just 1 minute and 22 seconds. just something to consider

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The Bolter

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY

merch concept - a patch/magnet for every track (click for full quality)

foolish one who never learned her lessons on her knees asking to change the prophecy pipeline. in this essay i will