One Fic Down (checks Crumbling, Held Together By Krazy Glue, List) Eighty More To Go

I have about 12 unfinished fics because of this (I’m trying to finish them I swear, i swearrrrr)

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟; 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

I’m going to get high and write lesbian hate sex with so much imagery and symbolism while at the beach, try and stop me

Okay but like hear me out -

judith grimes embodies funeral by phoebe bridgers and no i will not explain

everyone go watch kevin can go f himself on netflix, it's amazing, it's sad, it's very gay but also focuses on the truth of being in a manipulative, emotionally abusive relationship and escaping

"I don't know when you got so broken." Booo bitch, we hate men

"if this is you broken - stay broken." the girls and the gays are winning and i'm only on episode 7

Charles is old, older than he has any right to be, and she is not the first child he’s buried. She’s not even the first empty grave he’s mourned. 

and we were supposed to be the saviors. the generation to fix it all. but they left us with a broken planet and no tools to fix it and then they sneered when we came to them, empty handed.

“you’re so privileged,” they chortle. “it’s because you’re always on your phone.”

we are the kids living in a nightmare. they say we’re numb to 9/11 but maybe that’s because what was the worst day for them could become just another thursday for us. school shootings every other day and a rapist on our Supreme Court but hey, that’s how it is, right? at least we have memes to tide us over until doomsday. this hellscape is somehow normal. our president says people should be deporting for kneeling during the national anthem and all we can is laugh at it. but we are no longer laughing because it’s a joke.

we’re laughing because we’re afraid.

afraid that the world is going to end before we even become adults, afraid that we’ll be plunged into another war because of a fucking tweet, afraid of shooters coming in through our doors and children being taken from their homes and the problem is that our fear is justified. that it’s real and it’s happening.

nearly everyone i know is queer, depressed, and/or sick of the adults in this world. sick of how 71% of our pollution is caused by 1% of the population. sick of how we can only sit here and listen to them tell us to take shorter showers because there’s nothing else we can do.

and fuck, have we tried to do everything we can. walk-outs, protests, boycotts. speak up and speak out, but it’s just too late. they’ve been digging underneath us this whole time and it’s only now that the floor’s collapsing that we see the pit. how it’s not that they’re not hearing us anymore. trust me, we’ve made sure they’ve heard. it’s just that they don’t care.

and suddenly all those dystopian futures don’t look so far away. you know, where people die in the streets because doctors refuse to see them. where people are silenced (shot, jailed, deported) for speaking out. sometimes I think I’ll wake up and everyone will be marching in rhythm.

they told us to save the world, but we never had a chance.

the miracle of being here

invitation, mary oliver// @arthoesunshine // when death comes, mary oliver//to be alive, gregory ott// the dead poets society(1989), quote: walden, henry david thoreau// joseph campbell// the aeneid, virgil// @babyangel-jpg // @rawjoy //sweet, charles bukowski// that it will never come again, emily dickinson// bjenny montero// ? // ? // moments, mary oliver// madness a bipolar life, marya hornbacher// wild geese, mary oliver// letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke// on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong// @ashstfu // i thought on his desire for three days, linda gregg

“i want you to know, i will love you as long as i breathe.”

dune part ii / ojibwa / waiting for this story to end before i begin another, jan heller lev