it’s me again, hi, the anon who some time ago stayed until 5 am to read stay with me and lmao guess what? i was in desperate need of some soul-crushing so i reread it and now its 4am. don’t know if u should hate or love u for what u have done to me. like truthfully this is one of the best pieces of literature i have ever consumed. fuck u but i love u? idk but i can’t wait to see where the story goes so u can destroy me more with ur writing
ok I’m off to sleep now (i just spilled my tea all over my bed and im ranting now ok shit okay BYEE!!)
i hope you know i both combust into tears and giggled. how dare you say something like this to me? do you know how heavy the happiness in my heart is right now?
i can’t believe you stayed up so late again to read it again. i love u. very much. u should love and hate me 😌
also i hope ur asleep rn. u better be. and! pls send me and emoji or ur name or anything i can associate you with because i wanna dedicate the last chapter to you.
so you’re just the most amazing writer i’ve ever in my life come across. where have you been. i’m pissed off it took me this long to find this fucking talent. you made me cry.
AWWWWWWWW!! 😭😭🤎🤎🤎 damn, this made ME cry. thank you so much, this is such a lovely compliment! definitely so grateful, and humbled because i’m surrounded by many other talented writers as well, and i’m inspired by their works everyday! 🤎🤎🤎
Men are not a new sensation // I've done pretty well I think // But this half-pint imitation put me on the blink // I'm wild again, beguiled again // A simpering, whimpering child again // Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"
some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3
once again thinking about how wei ying’s idea of a scandalous fantasy was taking a bath with lan zhan in their little cottage and he never, not even once, got to the actual undressing part before he woke up. he was over there like “what if lan zhan and i...... h*ld h*nds” and meanwhile sixteen year old lan wangji was out there daydreaming about what locations inside his ancestral library would be optimal for ripping wei ying’s clothes off and bending him over a table