So Real. And The Best Part Is It Stacks Too :D

this is why i ever only idolize omnipotent eldritch beings who art beyond death

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

I don't let myself look up what my school friends are doing now, I'm afraid. Afraid I'll find pictures of a something I missed. I remember us at 11 crowded around a school library computer, you both looked up your favourite wedding dresses most of them mermaid and lacy white, you picked out our bridesmaids dresses and talked about how we would find a colour that at least looked good on us all; I thought powdered blue. I miss being that young, when the only worries where our homework and hoping we where first out for lunch. Maybe you did get married, maybe if I log in to my socials I'll find an invite. Or maybe time has changed too much, we aren't eleven anymore. I wonder if you picked powdered blue or a mermaid dress in lacy white, I wonder if something remains the same.

your honor i was just furthering the plot

nothing feels better than finding the word that fits perfectly for what you're trying to describe

writing really is just googling synonyms. that's it. just a constant carousel of "I used this word two paragraphs ago, what is another word for this word"

It's quite ironic that Fey are weak to the element with the symbol Fe

excalibur :)

Astyanax would beg to differ

okay so I was listening to Never Love An Anchor, and just had the random idea to attribute it to Tuva and Wulf. The entire song itself isn't very accurate to their relationship and story. It's about a parent willfully abandoning their child for what they thought was their own betterment, and so on and so forth, and being guilty for what they have done. But like, Tuva blames herself for losing Wulf ~ she thinks she abandoned him, failed him, and feels deeply terrible for not having been there for him. She wonders at what he may have become, or where he might be, and clings to the slim sliver of hope that he might be all right after all. And like:

"I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel

I am all the things they might have said to you

Do you ever think of me and my two hands?

And wonder why they never soothed your fevers?

And wonder why they never tied your shoes?

And wonder why they never held you gently?

And wonder why they never had the chance

To lose you?"

hail