I think I understand Quidditch more than I understand football.
I know I understand quidditch more than I understand football.
See, I’m not even sure which football you’re talking about.
Don’t have that problem with quidditch.
It’s weird that pirates would go from shore to shore looking for buried treasure when the real treasure was in the friendships they were making
i’ve realised that i’m so so so tired of feeling in debt to my parents. the burden of immigrant children. the burden of being a woman. living a certain version of ‘happiness’ that is not yours because you owe that to your parents for their struggle. which i will always appreciate. but it’s not healthy. and it creates resentment. and ten, twenty, thirty years from now i don’t want that. if i’m unhappy or happy i want to own it. i want it to be of my own doing. i want to be in a position such that i can hold myself accountable, for better or for worse. the alternative being blaming my parents because i lead a certain life, made certain choices because i felt ‘obligated to’ follow the path they imagined. which in itself is this unspoken agreement that is rarely if ever acknowledged, ‘The Inherited Sacrifice’. if that resentment grows and is one day confronted, each party will blame the other. that’s the worst case scenario.
men with beards should never stop posting selfies
all chocolate needs to come in truffle form tbqh