There Was This Kid That Used To Be My Neighbor (let’s Call Him Ivan) And He Was A Typical Cishet White

Honey…

shoutout to whoever stole my amazon package containing nothing but a single pair of shoelaces.

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

it is

CRAMPS SUCK SO MUCH SOMEONE KILL ME BEFORE MY UTERUS DOES

✦ @booksociety​​’s Villains and Antiheroes event: The Folk of the Air by Holly Black “Cardan,” I try again. “You must not do this. I order you to pull yourself together. I command you to drink no more liquor and to attempt sobriety.” “Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can.” And with that, he kisses me on the mouth. I feel a cacophony of things at once. I am furious with him, furious and resigned that he is a failure as High King, corrupt and fanciful and as weak as Orlagh could have hoped. Then there is the public nature of the kiss, parading this before the Court is shocking, too. He’s never been willing to seem to want me in public. Perhaps he can take it back, but in this moment, it is known.

DJKSGHDAJKHJDKA IS LIFE AFTER HINDI REALLY THAT GOOD-

and i think ill choose french lol

but enough about me, whats up with youuuu

shatttt hiiii

hii tara :) happy new year <3