"But What Was Darlington To Alex? A Mentor? A Protector? An Ally? None Of Those Words Seemed Sufficient.

characters about their morally grey bf: so WHAT if he’s the devil? at least the devil has a JOB! at least he’s active in the community!

me trying to be an active listener: YES no exactly right right right FOR REALLL yeah totally no literally! yeah for sure

I love you samosas. I love you empanadas. I love you pasties. I love you dumplings. I love you pirozhkis. I love you savory food in a convenient little carb purse.

im into some fucked up shit. raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. brown paper packages tied of with strings. i could go on but you couldnt even handle it

I just know my grandpa would have loved me so much. And I tear up every time they talk about him

one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess

Good morning! I’m salty.

I think we, as a general community, need to start taking this little moment more seriously.

This, right here? This is asking for consent. It’s a legal necessity, yes, but it is also you, the reader, actively consenting to see adult content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that you’re emotionally capable of handling it.

You find the content you find behind this warning disgusting, horrifying, upsetting, triggering? You consented. You said you could handle it, and you were able to back out at any time. You take responsibility for yourself when you click through this, and so long as the creator used warnings and tags correctly, you bear full responsibility for its impact on you.

“Children are going to lie about their age” is probably true, but that’s the problem of them and the people who are responsible for them, not the people that they lie to.

If you’re not prepared to see adult content, created by and for adults, don’t fucking click through this. And if you do, for all that’s holy, don’t blame anyone else for it.

No, but seriously. How did he get the irises? Because I like to picture this man running in the middle of the garden, guarded by his own shadows, looking desperately for blue irises. This is a hundred times more entertaining than him just asking a servant for a bouquet of flowers. It's hilarious guys, picture him running. I can't. He's a dork.

worrying is like worshipping the problem