I Think We As A Society Need To Start Accepting That Fictional Love Stories Need To Be A Bit Toxic For

every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

I wish you could notice me, i know you didn’t even saw my face, but please don’t forget me, please don’t.

I'm like if a nun didn't believe in god

it hurts so bad when you give everything, and you still aren’t even the second choice

sometimes i remember i exist and i’m just like oh fuck

sometimes all you can do is just look at your dad like. what the fuck my guy. and then move on

sometimes im fine and the my dad arrives, tells me something that’ll hunt me for life and leaves. He won’t remember anything in an hour.

sorry for romanticising the mundane. i have little else

perpetually torn between:

taking classic literature seriously and over analysing every detail so that I can deeply understand themes, motifs and references and absorb every poetic quote into my being OR treating classics as if they were just silly little stories about silly little gay people doing the most weird, unhinged and out of context shit ever (which they are)

to all the people saying son of nyx is a skip… sorry you didn’t experience every human emotion in the span of 3 minutes and 17 seconds like i did. hope you get some help