If I Had A Nickel For Every Time I Watched Love For Love's Sake While Hungover I Would Have 2 Nickels.

How do you call a sexuality when most of the time when you see an attractive person you feel too tired to be attracted to them?

reblog if you want to take a bath in Hozier’s voice

And did she really portray Hermione as a "pesky sjw" for trying to fight this system? GOOD GOD

Oh god did JK Rowling R E A L L Y create a fictional race of slaves that actually liked being slaves and - oh my- took it as a personal attack when you tried to tell them about the unfairness of the situation?

Good god.

it's saturday morning and there are hordes of gay sex gifs on my dash. welcome to gmmtv's slut era

so this is what fanfic writers mean when they write an italicized oh

I had to take a break after reading that chapter because I related to Thorn so much. That desire to be needed, that thirst for companionship - I've felt it. All of it

Thorn admitting his love hits different

I'm so normal about them☺️☺️ *starts vibrating at a frequency only bats can hear*

i love this ship so much (they bring me immense emotional pain)

I probably should start writing something here, really

Thank you to Sand for being my role model

He's someone I relate to very much and I see so much of my romantic tendencies in him

Only he does draw boundaries. He does have self-respect. He refuses to give up his integrity

Thank you so much maybe I do have a chance at a fulfilling relationship

This is the best piece of Tumblr writing hands down

My favourite, favourite, favourite thing in The Heart Killers is watching Fadel watching Style. Fadel is so far gone, he is so deeply, irreconcilably down the rabbit hole of love with this insane bubblegum pink ferret and the way he just watches him with a combination of confusion, fascination, anger and utter helplessness, either completely in denial of his feelings or, the other devastating option, guard completely down, a puddle of vulnerability watching this care bear on acid with tenderness and love and still that lingering fear and desperation, the way that all plays out on Fadel’s face is just wonderful.

And the kicker is while Fadel is going through this entire journey, you go wide screen to see what he’s seeing and it’s Style, the human equivalent of a runaway hamster in one of those plastic balls, rolling around in a crop top squawking. This. This is your man Fadel. This is your beloved. The court jester jingle jangling his bells and tap dancing. That’s him. That’s the source of your pain and confusion and lust and love and your peril and your desire and your hope and your future. Jingle jangle.