Jenny Slate, Stage Fright (2019)

Like emily henry once said “I fucking love writing about love. I love taking my cynical little brain and forcing it to acknowledge one of the greatest, most mysterious, most miraculous experiences you can have as a human being. I love art that requires vulnerability and getting over your own shame, that peels away all the protective layers we pile on ourselves to seem cool, aloof, respectable, smart, worthy to the world around us. I love making books that engage with the terrifying and often humiliating act of hoping! Thank you to the romance writers who've been doing this way longer than I have and the readers who have been brave enough to like what they like in a world that tries to denigrate it, and lastly, fuck the misogyny that belittles stories about women's pleasure and joy”.

reminder that, if reg could have top grades whilst being recruited by a terrorist organisation and remus had top grades after having his bones broken once per month to bark at the moon,, then you really have no excuse xox

idk about you but i’m a sucker for the we just had sex and it’s the morning after and i woke up to an empty bed and how could i be so stupid of course you left me alone but wait you’re in my kitchen cooking me breakfast and i’m so relieved trope

puts a bow in his hair and grabs his face to apply lipgloss and sends him to war and he kills 10,000 men

being single on valentines day is hard but also being friendless is a fucking stab in the heart

god take me back to the day when i heard harry's house for the first time

Today seems like a great day to forgive myself

Just remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once.

Trying to live my Sufjan Stevens summer

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local girl made chai with a shawl draped around her on a cold November evening while looking wistfully out the window while piku sarod theme played and for a small moment she felt like the main character