One Day You Think: I Want To Die. And Then You Think, Very Quietly: Actually. Actually. I Think I Want

four years ago november started and i don’t think it’s ever really stopped

i bring a “what if none of this is real and you’re all just figments of my imagination” sort of vibe that my family and friends don’t seem to appreciate

this man is so Art Heist Baby James coded, it’s not even funny anymore

i just can’t escape them

Reading fanfiction isn't enough I need to make out with Lily Evans

Kaz Brekker invented love. in this essay i will-

If you hate Lily Evans you will die and go to hell

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

when i’m going about my day but then classical music starts playing and suddenly i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive