One thing about me is that I love to be sad, especially when reading fanfiction. Give me hurt/no comfort, main character death, angst, fighting, breakups, cheating, whump, heartbreak, injuries, ambiguous endings, unrequited love. The more it hurts, the better. I want to be sobbing into my pillow until I pass out from exhaustion. I want to have to take an hour long cold shower just to come back to reality. I want my heart to hurt so badly that I can't breathe. I want to be forced to take the day off work because I'm inconsolable. I want pain. I want anguish. I want to be questioning my entire life. I'm nothing if not a masochist.
ask me about my "the split attraction model is trash because 'romance' as a unique type of love is a social construct and considering it a base part of human nature is blatantly wrong" conspiracy theory tbh
that for anyone on a good omens kick who likes making up animacs/music videos/amvs and in their heads, billie eilish's "when we all go to sleep" album fits BRILLIANTLY and is an excellent choice.
i was listening to it and goddamn arw some of those lyrics applicable
i tremble in front of the judge as he asks me the simple question of whether i sleep with my hair wet… i uhh ye- they shave all my hair off immediately
buddy suggesting his evangelical sol-worshipping grandfather replace yolanda and excusing the clear issues with bias by saying “well all clerics have some deity, it’s never going to be completely neutral” sits VERY wrong with me when remembering that yolanda literally gave up her divinity to become a teacher??