kinda sick of all those posts that are like "my ancestors were surviving starvation and the plague meanwhile i get nervous ordering food at restaurants". as if jauffrey the woodworker didn't fumble his conversation with the fine maiden running the fruit stand and then tripped on a pebble as he left in a hurry

There’s something very nice about remembering fics you read years ago. Maybe you remember the plot perfectly, maybe the rest of the fic is only a blur aside from a handful of vivid scenes, but you remember the way it made you feel. And sometimes you dredge up the memory - the premise or a favourite scene or a few lines that stayed with you -  and your heart aches a little bit, the way it does when you think about books you enjoyed as a child.

To all the fanfiction writers out there: your work is beautiful and meaningful and it leaves an impact. I promise.

They are fanonly besties for a reason

Congratulations! You are now a Magic-User!!

“Vampire help hotline, what can I do for you?” “I just… I miss garlic bread…”

i love tumblr because sometimes i get an urge to rb posts about something nobody likes and everyone just politely ignores me. everyone's like oh he's fallen into madness again, he'll be fine later i guess

as far as i'm concerned all gore is necessary

you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy

Overhead at the rec room.

Ghost: Saw is unrealistic. No one has that much will to live.

raise a glass to the posts you love that end up deleted. to the fanart and fanfics you lose track of and can't locate. to the blogs you used to look through that ended up unexpectedly disappearing. to the things you didn't archive because you always assumed they'd be there.

Tumblr is where girls go to be alone with other girls who are being alone and that's why I've been using this site for so long

Yes I'm a writer. Yes I'm looking at tumblr instead of writing

formal apology to everyone who tagged me in tag games i did really want to do them but my executive functioning has more similarities with a snail on a sunny day than its actual function. furthermore as the tag games piled up i become crushed by crippling inability to sort through them. i love you tho. one day you'll catch me in the fleeting moment of pure adrenaline and desire to write, and we will be in sync.