I Am S O Tired Of Trying To Scroll Past This Stupid Hyundai Advertisement Because I See It Every Four

My mind palace is a well-oiled yaoi machine

I can’t stop thinking about this fic I reread it 3 times in the past week it is crippling me so you should 100% read it pleasepleasepleaseplease

I need you to stop whatever the fuck you're doing and read this

It is going to change your fucking life btw and you're welcome

So I’ve been losing my goddamn mind lately and at first I thought it was really cringe and kept calling myself a “Taylor Swift fan but worse” but now I realize that I was simply Too Depressed as a 13 year old girl to queen out about things and now that I am a Slightly Less Depressed 22 year old man I am just…doing what I was supposed to do years ago

House at Wilson

whatever MY special interest is my wife #mywife

Is that your phone in your pocket or are yuo penis just square and flat and full of information

When is it my turn

I missed you

i feel like getting shot would feel so interesting for two seconds and then it would probably feel bad

Hype as hell bc I’m going to a writing conference this summer and I’ve never gone to one before so I thought I’d have to prepare a portfolio or something but this one explicitly says not to do that and that we are only working on new material written in the conference’s workshops and I love that for me

*sits u down and shines a bright light in your face*

Do you actually have a hard time differentiating platonic and romantic feelings or are you hopelessly lost in your feelings for the one person in your life you can’t bear to lose right now? Is the idea of rejection equally as crushing as the idea of having to live with unspoken words? Is rejection really that bad? Or is the yearning the worst part? How can you live with this, and how far are you willing to run away from yourself? Is the person you’re “confused” about worth the phantom pains in your chest? Why do you do this to yourself? Is this better somehow?

I went to an independent bookstore that was built in an old theater and I think about it at least once a week. The mezzanine was turned into a used books section. There were alcoves dedicated to classic authors, some sharing space with others while other authors had their own sections (Shakespeare being one of them).

They had local author events and carts full of books you could get a dollar each (as long as you bought the 12 dollar tote bag to put them in) (which is incredibly reasonable don’t get it twisted).

I wish I could go back there every day but it was in ANOTHER STATE so now I can only smell those old books and drink that frozen hot chocolate in my dreams.

Here's your daily reminder that bookstores keep the love of reading alive — but they also keep neighborhoods beautiful. They are places to gather, to celebrate stories, to find community.

Please do your holiday shopping at your local independent bookstore, if you are lucky enough to still have one.