Slithered Here From Eden Just To Wait Outside Your Workplace To Drive You Home And Feel Like A Wild Chimpanzee

just finished the raven cycle. Oh my God.

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

Maybe its just cuz im a minor too and therefore closer to holden in age than most adult critics but are you all stupid. This 17 year old is not the devil incarnate. All these bitches in their 40s going "this depressed child who lost his brother, is flunking out of school, doesnt have any real friends and is clearly troubled dared to complain about his life in his own journal, put him to death" meanwhile emotionally speaking ive never related to a fictional character more. I too recycle the exact same phrases, am upset by people who bullshit, constantly want to call someone but everyone in my life is usually too busy, have fits of gloominess, etc. Is he annoying? Sure? Is that the whole fucking point? Absolutely.

Gansey and Adam divorce arc went WILD

"This is the way I talk. I'm sorry your father never taught you the meaning of repugnant. He was too busy smashing your head against the wall of your trailer while you apologized for being alive."

- Gansey, probably

i dont care if mondays rife,tuesday qednesday full of strife, thursday fuck my baka life, its friday im in sucks

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

I would classify listening to waiting room by phoebe bridgers as a form of self harm oh my god

Me reading trc

It is simply not fulfilling to enjoy media in the height of its popularity. You need to show up so late to the party that everybody else is gone and the hosts are asleep so you can rummage through their trash for chip dip and stale hors d’oeurves to eat alone in the dark like a dirty little raccoon secret

would you?