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etteishere · 13 days
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I want my writings to be bigger than me.
If this world is meaningless as I believe it to be then let the meaning I chose bleed into these words.
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etteishere · 1 month
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Uh- are you aware of the meaning of proship?
Proship has never meant anything except a combination of three ideas:
Ship and let ship (your ships don't harm me and vice-versa) and YKINMK (your kink is not my kink, and that's okay; my kink stories don't harm you and vice-versa)
Harassment over fiction is not acceptable
Censorship of fiction is not acceptable either
Any other definitions are made by antis, not proshippers, and are an attempt at revisionism to justify harassment based on false claims.
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etteishere · 2 months
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He wants to laugh at the irony, he really does, as he lets Potter brand his arm and override the dark mark with a new one.
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(hey i managed to finish this just in time for valentine!) i’ve been listening to some harry/draco audiofics and was inspired to paint a little something as thanks to the hp fandom, since i can’t actually write and all. Thank you guys for your work!
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etteishere · 2 months
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i'm so starved for love, yet even more so, to love.
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etteishere · 2 months
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Sometimes as I sit on my desk with neck and back pains befitting of someone ten years older, I turn around, catch the gaze of my dog who usually is lying on the bed as if she owns it around this time, and make loud kissy faces at her.
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etteishere · 2 months
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no really, because what have you given me that i've ever asked for or wanted? all you do is give and give and give and the burden on my back becomes overwhelmingly impossible to bear and suddenly you take it all away and now i'm left with nothing but an itch on my skin, a telltale sign of something missing, and i wonder if it's better for you not to exist entirely than for you to be playing tricks on me like this, because you made my sole existence a comedy.
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etteishere · 3 months
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Words to Feed the Dead.
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etteishere · 4 months
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because when the theology teacher tells me about how a father who kills their child on god's command is rewarded, i do not think of myself as the father, holding a knife above my nonexistent child's head. i think of myself as the child, sacrificed for the blessing my father is owed.
i think: i should be ready, because this is what children should do for their parents. but i will never dare to do it to anybody else.
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etteishere · 5 months
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Sometimes I wish you would hit me once more so I can continue hating you without guilt. Show me that you are the evil I was right to pit my anger on. Show me that I was right to keep my soul in the past, never moving on and always turning back to see your shadow that has always haunted me from the periphery of my life.
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etteishere · 6 months
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Living feels like death in smaller increments
But maybe if I wake up one day more I'll get to see more small increments of joy
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etteishere · 6 months
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i think it's selfish to want someone completely to yourself. so i'm selfish, i'm way too selfish.
but it's alright.
my longing will fester and grow into something ugly, and i'll keep it with me.
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etteishere · 7 months
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My dog always wags her tail whenever she sees me.
I hope she knows that if I had a tail, I'd be wagging it whenever I see her as well.
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etteishere · 7 months
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spilled secrets (grimmauld roommates AU - part 2)
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etteishere · 7 months
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Movie nights 🌙
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Both of them with long hair..... yes
Study I did from se_5eeeee on Twitter
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etteishere · 8 months
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your ghost paces the tiles
and it made the spaces you occupied
become darker,
emptier.
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etteishere · 8 months
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There was a couple of angels kissing on my windowsill that was never opened. I should've reached out to them—maybe I could have flown.
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etteishere · 8 months
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I'm a little oversized daisy
Beautiful but not quite there
Joyful like children are
I'm a past long gone
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