Look I don’t wanna bitch but if your Tumblr fic takes longer to scroll past than the Do You Love The Colour Of The Sky post then it would be kinda appreciated if you put the majority of it under a Read More button
I don’t go here but I feel like “It’s a metaphor. Don’t force it to do the work of a fact.” is a great statement about literature and fan-content in general.
theres nothing wrong w this post and i agree with it very much so fundamentally but im trying not to be annoying and a downer in the tags so i’ll say it here just to get it out…. the first time your boyfriend yells at you its frightening and you cant wrap your mind around it, it feels like a fluke. then the second time maybe it wasnt as bad as the first time. then he keeps doing it, its a habit now, you become very used to it. by the time youre in a situation where your boyfriend is regularly shouting degrading things at you and punching walls and throwing his weight around, you also begin to wonder why you couldnt have left the first time it happened. frog in boiling water, etc. and then you spend years questioning what exactly is so wrong w you that you didnt stop this when you could. and then… Divorce <3 Someday Please <3 before ur cooked alive preferably
Maria Skłodowska-Curie’s notebooks are crazy once you think about it. They’re so radioactive they have to be sealed in a lead box. Imagine a world where atomic theory is forgotten and a dude just goes “yea there’s a book that details the secrets of the universe, the machinations of the creation of existence down to its barest essentials, but if you get close to it you fucking die. The more you read it the more your body slowly disassembles into mush.” like wat excuse me
