Hey

I hate how much of a mood this is

Uhhh non-writers/non-artists don’t interact

THIS IS URGENT! 

chrystul kizer is a black teen who was sex trafficked. she killed her traffickers to escape and is being charged with life in prison. her hearing is TOMORROW! and her family still needs about $10,000 more to get an attorney and pay bail. you can sign a petition for her charges to be dropped here and you can donate to the fund her mother set up here. please, please reblog this like wildfire today. her fucking life literally depends on it. 

I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldn’t see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like “uh…hi?” And she said “I made you, do you know that?” And I nodded and she was like “I hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please don’t break my heart”. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Mean™️????

i honestly dont get why people stopped reblogging things they like on here bc like what are you afraid of??? people thinking youre cringey?? guess what bitch! youre on tumblr! it's all cringey! reblog everything you like and do it shamelessly no one fuckin cares

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

“Sasuke apologist” doesn’t even make sense and is a nonsensical phrase cause he has done nothing he has to apologize for

"I could fix him" "I could make him worse" I could make him care about me so much that he's risk the universe to save me, that he'd kill himself to save md. i could make him leave me behind and i could love him enough to stay with him. he could become worse of his own volition in a way that only hurts me. we could walk in circles for daysweeksyears, long enough that our joined hands fuse together and we become as one. we could become one another completely and utterly and we could say i will not see the other dead, i would die before they did, and so we stay alive together. we could become our own people again, but there is a part of him in me and a part of me in him. we could walk away, and we could hold hands and he could say it's no longer necessary and i could say i know. and we would still hold hands.

prologue!