y’all. you know what changed my life? seeing funky things and just loving them. The more genuine a thing is, the more i appreciate it. It doesn’t have to be ‘normal’, for it to earn my love. I’ll say “It’s awful, I love it!” abs mean it with my whole heart. Sometimes, i can’t truly love everything like how i want to, but i also know i am allowed to dislike things. And when that happens, you funky little goober, I’ll still treat you with respect and hope that another person like me finds the love to bring you home.
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
i hate when people call marcille a girlfailure btw like SHE ISNT. and shes not a ”girlboss” either. this is a neurotic and Permanently On The Edge of a Breakdown overachiever late 20s virgin just out of her phd program with permanently shaky hands from an addiction to overly sugary coffee and a deep desire to be crushed to death under falins giant jugs no matter the cost. the only thing shes ever ”failed” at is going to theraphy