being my friend must be so confusing. bc i just spent 2 years killing remus and everyone he’s ever loved for fun (in both reading and writing). i filter MCD in. my favorite past time is putting my comfort characters in the hospital. every fic rec i give is devastating.
but then joel miller, a 60 year old man who lowkey deserves worse, is killed and i (man hating lesbian) am inconsolable for weeks. i can’t handle it.
and my lovely long suffering best friends are trying to find the rule here but they just. cannot. and every time they try to clarify i start crying again
Messy doodle for @boopernatural adult ellie au again bcus i’m predictable
i finished school thinking that i could finally escape the black cloud of worry (overdue assignments) but NOPE. it’s 3 days til final transcripts are due and apparently grades aren’t finished yet and the school isn’t taking anyone’s calls :/. not how i wanted to start my first year of university, not gonna lie to you.
its christmas eve and look whos on tumblr
all of us
are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me
i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.
Good morning, you have to be the thing that saves you
end of january affirmations
im not doing anything wrong and no one is mad at me
there must be a place for me in this world because here i am
my art doesnt suck
instagram is nothing to me
Would be asleep right now, but there are Fictional Characters to imagine in emotional situations. You know how it is.