“You Are The One I’d Let Go The Other Loves For,”

Pavilion Hall at the Hermitage Museum. St Petersburg, Russia.

In bed already at 8:29pm. This is what we call living the life.

#so me

walking around the house at night w my cell phone flashlight on instead of turning on the lights feeling like a bronte character with a candle

Mum:hey -

Me, returning from a walk in the woods after still being unsuccesfull in getting abducted by the fair folk: I don’t wanna talk right now

Evening Public Ledger, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, June 9, 1919

I didn't know how badly I needed to see diversity in fantasy until I watched The Witcher. Not only did they quietly include women, disabed people and poc but they portrayed these characters with dignity. There was no LOOK HOW WOKE WE ARE. They just did it because that's the way it always should have been. I kept bracing for a rape scene, because fantasy and historical fiction always uses rape as plot, but it never came. Plus, Geralt is constantly sipping on that Respect Women juice and wearing down his leathers because he's dummy thicc.

no negativity this year we love ourselves like supervillains

the fact that i’m not on a balcony in italy watching the sun set eating fresh fruit with my lover is offensive

from now on it’s not ‘my body’ but 'the fragile external capsule for my deepest desires and anxiety’