listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you can’t sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesn’t suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that it’s a journey and not a revelation. it’s a direction you’re headed, and you’re enjoying the trip.

reaching your 30′s rocks. and i’m hearing good things about what comes next, too.

i am looking into your eyes, i am holding your hand. i absolutely promise.

if you can just live long enough, your soul will build your body into a home. you will live there and you will find a way to be at peace. it’s worth the time and it’s worth the work. i promise.

I sell seashells on your seashore.

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i am not immune to a character looking at their love interest in shock and awe after seeing them in formal wear for the first time

life really is about being 13 and ridiculously into percy jackson books. after that whatever idk

God y’all so boring about the Will Smith slapping Chris. “Violence is wrong” what is this a church? Fucking lay his ass out him next time, Will. Let Jada get a kick in too.

blep

if we want to stop the patriarchal concept of surnames being passed down the male line, we have a few options options that i'd be 100% fine with: