#they are THAT good

[allo-frouto]

Short Love Letter #4 ~

(I had to prioritize myself last night, but honestly was kinda bummed not having time to write anything. Writing to you has helped me realize that I really miss writing for myself. I’ve started posting on my blog not long ago and I have you to thank for that!!)

Tonight is for me. I read my favorite book by candlelight, sipping on my favorite whiskey. My soul is nourished, my mind calm, and yet there is this feeling of longing in my chest. Something is missing, something I still desire.

I close my book and dream for a moment. I see your eyes, those bright and beautiful eyes, and that feeling in my chest returns. Now I realize what that unnamed feeling is. Desire.

So here I am, craving you. Fantasizing about your legs wrapped around my waist as I lean over you, eyes locked, our breaths heavy with passion. My appetite for you is insatiable. I need your tongue on mine, I need to taste you, I need to lose focus of everything else as we desperately grind into one another. Yet, here I am, alone with my books and whiskey, craving you.

(I loved experimenting with a touch more thirst/lust in this one)

I love being the reason your found your passion for writing again! I can read these all day, every day! Thank you!

[catmask]

i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[its-arson-time]

this post is meant for mobile users

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[qrowscant]

its been about 6 months

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[singing-not-sleeping-beauty]

Not really a fan of Bridgerton, but I am a fan of Nicola Coughlan's response to everyone shitting on her for being "too big" to play a love interest

[lambergeier]

the real danger of spending too much time with friends is you stumble out of ten days of happiness and good food like oh my god THAT was real life. my job means NOTHING

[politijohn]

Source

[marisatomay]

People will claim to be a fan of some thing and then hate all of the themes and motifs and story lines and plot lines and protagonists and antagonists like man I don’t think that you actually like it here

[ace-and-ranty]

That Rolling Stone article about Chappell Roan... the bits about the shit she went through are already wild, but what really gets me is when the article starts listing. every. single. singer. who reached out to her, worried, to commiserate, to give tips, to agree that the harassment of fame is indeed hell. I'm like. "So y'all agree?? All of y'all agree being famous is horrible???" Good LORD.

Fellow stars have reached out to see if she’s OK. Charli XCX was one of the first to do so (..). Eilish has been keeping tabs on Roan (...). Hayley Williams DM’d her, offering to chat with Roan anytime. Katy Perry told her to never read the comments. Lorde gave her a helpful list of things to do at an airport to fly under the radar. The band Muna hosted her for dinner. Miley Cyrus invited her to a party. Lady Gaga has passed along her phone number (...). Roan went on walks and grabbed coffees with Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker. Their boygenius bandmate Phoebe Bridgers came over to Roan’s just to hang, commiserating on how fandom behavior has become increasingly “abusive and violent.” Sabrina Carpenter, who’s also had a shockingly massive year, suggested they meet up and unpack their summers. “We’re both going through something so fucking hard … she just feels like everything is flying, and she’s just barely hanging on,” Roan says. “It was just good to know someone else feels that way.” Backstage at the Vic Theatre in Chicago, Roan flashes her phone to show a lengthy email from Mitski she received that morning. “I just wanted to humbly welcome you to the shittiest exclusive club in the world, the club where strangers think you belong to them and they find and harass your family members,” it reads.

I?? MEAN???

[ilona-mushroom]

Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.