This week on Tumblr:
It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.
Remember that your father is always on your side, and promise me one thing.
i cant believe they named an entire dog breed after pitbull
i care a lot about fictional relationships for someone who doesnt wanna be in a relationship
"…it used to be that I couldn’t sit still for more than an hour or two at a time. Football wasn’t even my only sport - like, I was way more into it than anything else, but I did basketball, right, and ultimate frisbee every summer. Hockey, too, in the winter, when the lake was solid enough. And whenever I was having a bad day, I’d just grab my iPod and run around the lake, or head off to the outskirts of town. I can’t do any of that shit now.”
I’m not sure where to begin with Paper Cages. It’s well written, well researched, and as heartwarming as it is heartbreaking. There are so many nuances to this fic that I can really only recommend that you read it for yourself to see them all. It also deserves a shoutout for being the only fic to make me ship Eremin.