kinda funny when english teachers say stuff like “i can tell if you didnt read the book” or “i can tell when people bs their paper”
no you cant. you can tell when people are bad at bs-ing their paper. i didnt even read the sparknotes and i barely skimmed the wikipedia and you gave me an A. you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies
the meaning of life is….dipping carbs into liquids ….bread into soup…biscuits into tea…that’s it
made dinner for my family today. they said it was good but the garlic flavor was too strong. learned today that i am a garlic freak
Reminding myself i can do something besides animation 😅
When people talk about travelling to the past, they worry about radically changing the present by doing something small, but barely anyone in the present really thinks that they can radically change the future by doing something small.
While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.
My heart aches a little every time I see someone grieving a person who's still alive. Someone’s staring too long at a contact they’ll never text again. Someone’s walking a familiar route slower than usual, as if the past might catch up and hold their hand. Someone’s deleting pictures, only to check the trash folder ten minutes later.
Healing is cruel, isn’t it? It asks you to carry silence like it’s a gift. It asks you to remember without falling apart. It asks you to be okay with never getting an apology.
But mourn. mourn fully, if that’s what you need. Cry on the bathroom floor. whisper their name in the dark if it helps. just promise me you’ll learn the shape of your own hands again.
And next time, hold your own heart a little gentler.
she was never a jinx.
i feel like people forget that vander immediately recognized her as warwick even after all the years and how much they both had changed. she was silco's daughter, but his little girl, too.
so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch
Some angles of Jinx without "shimmer light"