“suffering feels religious if you do it right” no shut up it doesn’t. my friends laughing in the kitchen while i make dinner feels religious. the sun on my face after a long winter feels religious.
somebody in the notes posted this screenshot from the one & only, ursula k let guin. and now i’m screaming wtf
god, imagine sharing a bed with the person you love. chatting about dumb things! just sleeping! it’s like a sleepover but every night how sweet is that!!!!
“You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.”
Is anybody else obsessed with understanding how others perceive you like… who am I in your lives… what kind of person am I… a friend of mine told me once that I’m mysterious and I was like ??????!???)????
it’s legitimately so fucked up and heartbreaking that in this society
the ability to just like…relax and have fun with friends and loved
ones is like…considered something you have to earn or make time at
your own expense for. it should be regarded as one of the inalienable cornerstones
of being human. i’m not joking, like the fact that having fun and
chilling with your buds is considered an expendable frivolity instead of
a vital core need is heartbreaking. not that capitalist society has ANY
vital core needs that it’s not prepared to gate behind a monetary cost
though lmao.
rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between “damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)” and “damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)”
suzanne collins killing prim after everything katniss did to save her………. THATS how you write a story about the brutality and futility of war ma'am thats what we call a compelling and fucked up narrative yessums thats storytelling babes!!!!
