I Want One Of Those Scenes In A Dude Bro Film Where “tomboy” Chick Has To Wear A Dress To Go Undercover

»Look,« I say, »There's Venus, the evening star, named after the godess of love and beauty, because in the night everything can be pretty.«

You don't answer, you don't even look up from the ground where you've been pulling out blades of grass.

»See,« I say, after some time of you staring at the ground and me staring at the sky, »There's Ursa Major, a polar bear to guide us on our way.«

This time you let out a little »hmmp« sound, but you continue your activity of strewing grass over your legs.

»From there,« I say, after I've waited for you to say something, anything, »You can find Ursa Minor, with the North star to protect us.«

Now you sigh very silently, maybe you're tired or bored.

»Over there,« I say, pointing into the sky, »Is Orion, the hunter, to bring clarity to our journey.«

You hum under your breath, examining a leave with more interest than you've ever showed me.

»And this,« I say, one last attempt to talk to you, »Is Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, resident in Canis Major, to help us-«

Before I can end my sentence, you get up from the ground brushing the grass from your trousers, and all I can do is watch your silhouette against the night sky, as you wander away from me.

I don't see you often in the following months, and now youre looking at the sky, now that I can't see it through the ground.

I really think it's awful to say that Tonks changed or transformed parts of herself to look more like Sirius in order to be loved by Remus, as if she herself didn't deserve it already.

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

I like meeting new people, i want to have new friends, new experiences, new stories, lives, opinions.

I want to be picked so badly but not in a pick me way. I'm not desperate for attention or the feeling of being loved, no.

I want them to rip me open, to see my darkest and my brightest thoughts, my worst and my best moments. I want it to hurt, me and them.

I want them to know what I wanted to be as a child, what i want to be now.

I want to be an astronaut, i want to leave this earth behind, live outside of it for long enough to forget.

I want to be one of these pretty, mysterious persons, but where you have the feeling you know them so well but nothing at all.

I want to rip them open, to know their lightest and darkest Secrets, their best and worst experiences.

I want to know what their greatest wish was as a child, what their greatest wish is now, and how they would react to achieving either of them.

I want it to be bloody and ugly, deep and painful, I want it to be short and i want them to never forget me, when, in the end, i eventually run out of interesting things to hold them to me and they leave me split open and burning.

oh to be loved the way i love

Pink Prison, a comic I did for my color theory class this semester! we had to pick a color, research it, and do a piece related to it somehow. i chose pink :)

I love that the internet saw people comparing women and other alienated groups of people and went, “they’re dating,” and, “they support each other.” We’re improving as a society.