Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
I can’t keep his interest but he keeps coming back so maybe just being me is enough but maybe it’s not and we aren’t meant to be but who is to know for sure and why not just keep on living to see…
there are two types of cute
"aw how adorable" cute
"aw i want to make out with you holy shit" cute
and my goal is to be both of them
There is nothing like discovering your own secrets in someone else’s story. Those thoughts and feelings you believed were too ugly or strange or idealistic or desperate or whimsical or hungry or sad they had to be just you because there could be no other place for them, anywhere. Books that make you realize you’re not alone, you never were. Those are the ones I like best.
i couldn’t give less of a flaming fuck if guys feel excluded by the magical girl genre. sorry that you feel alienated by something that is meant to encourage and uplift girls and celebrate femininity. why dont you go partake in the 50,000,000,000 works of fiction that cater directly to you
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses.
Weird at last, weird at last. God almighty, weird at last.
There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find ways in which you yourself have altered.
I have joined the madness that is Night Vale Radio.