does anyone have that unsettling oil painting of a dark window with a sheet leading out into the darkness? it did the rounds on tumblr a while ago and i need itttt
it’s a wild ride having “please don’t leave me” and “it’s your loss if you do” daddy issues with “please don’t yell at me ill cry” and “fuck around find out” mommy issues
Super weird to me that ‘love languages’ are treated like hogwarts houses and not like, like, different facets that appear in varying degrees of everybody
Please stop treating a single modifier as your entire identity. You don’t have to treat yourself like the world is Power Rangers so you have to be the Red One, or the Pink One, or whatever. Trust me, you’re doing yourself a disservice. You’ll always be more complex than that.