Look I Made A Thing. A Chardee Thing.

Never had a parasocial relationship in my life I know everyone

10 Things I hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger

The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.

― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode

what do you do with a plot bunny that can really only be fully written out as a multi-book saga? like I wanna write that but I’m not Gorg RR Martian yknow

René Magritte, The Banquet, 1957

not an anti or a pro-shipper but a third secret thing (adult with job)

under a pale cold sky

my mind expands to the size of the world

your heart explains the soul of the words

that constellate behind my eyes

drifting into the intimate void

of snow in the dark

waiting patiently for the first footprints

want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons

If someone beats you up for being "cishet white male" and nothing else, is this okay? Did you deserve it?

what if the world was made of pudding