Let me explain. Emily Diana Ruth seems to be in such close warm correspondence with July, a time of year that seems stifling to me. A time of year whose warmth tries to hug me so tightly at night I can barely breathe. Autumn is much more my season. When I can see the sun but can’t quite feel its presence. So I have the excuse to wrap myself in my beloved coats and cardigans and jumpers. Emily has summer covered so I find myself with the desire to keep you company, Autumn. Here I am. And here you are already when it feels like only yesterday a new Fletcher was born into our family, when in reality that was six long months ago. It feels like autumn has brought with it the winds of change and I need to start listening a little harder to where they’re telling me to go because I really don’t want to miss what they’re saying.
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I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.
This post was good but then it got better
i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect
the dog trust him
great trust exercises for when i get a puppy
"I waited too long to read the sequel, and now I can’t even remember the characters."
A novel by me
"I read the whole series in less than two days, and now can’t separate the events of individual books" the thrilling sequel
There is no inbetween.