Not To Be A Slut Or Anything But Can Someone Come Lie On Top Of Me And Kiss Me Like You've Needed To

this is perhaps evil but I can boost my mood in almost any situation by playing a game called "what was my mom doing at this age?" like rn for instance I'm sleepy because I had a 12 hour work day + stayed up late, and my stomach hurts a little from the enormous chimichanga I smashed for dinner, and my head hurts a little bit from the fat margaritas I had with the chimichanga. and it's like hmm, okay, not optimal, but when my mom was this age she had a 2.5 year old to deal with. can you fucking imagine. can't stay in bed decadently bemoaning your overindulgences because there's a goblin in the next room that's utterly dependent on you for food and hygiene and social needs and if you drop the ball you've fucked up a perfectly good person. and I'm pretty normal so shout out to her for keeping it together but god that couldn't be me, I like fucking around way too much.

My gorgeous smol bean

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way

When I do that I turn it into anger while banging my toe on something as a disguise

Have you ever read something cute in a car or a train and you couldn’t contain your feelings but on the other hand there were people around you so you just hit your head repeatedly to the nearest hard surface

Because I have

“why do you like jegulus/drarry? That’s so weird!” Because I like reading about flawed people who thought they’d never be loved at all be loved unconditionally…..I wonder why?

you actually don't have to go on dating apps to find girlfriends. many beautiful women are waiting for you on rocks out at sea

trans women, i love you.

you were a woman yesterday. you're a woman today. you're a woman tomorrow. you're a woman forever.

trans women have existed long before those stuffy bigots sitting in a court room have. trans women will continue to exist long after they're dead and rotting in the earth.

Multiply the amount of books by 10,000,000 and this is my aesthetic

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walburga black loves regulus and sirius. she loves them when she wakes up, she loves them when she sleeps, she thinks of them as a beating heart alive outside of her body. she hates when they’re in pain. she hates when they’re far away from her. she hates when they won’t talk to her. she is a mother. she loves them even when she hates them. even when love is sickly it’s still real love. she tried. she wanted to raise them right. when a mother gets everything wrong everyone is utterly unforgiving. she’s not cartoonishly evil. she’s undeniably an abusive bigot but i know plenty of women like that, and they’re loving people. she taught regulus how to make cookies from scratch. she braided sirius’ hair for him. she took care of them when they were sick. she hugged them when they cried. this doesn’t make the abuse go away. it’s part of the abuse, this back and forth between gentleness and violence. this is why sirius stayed as long as he did, and why regulus never left. her abuse is awful because she loves them. it’s tragic because she is trying so hard. abusive parents still love their kids. regulus and sirius still love her too. it’s complicated. let it be complicated.