One big multifandom mess. The world of fiction has taken over my life (not a spoiler free blog). Tracking #praetorsreyna Previously kylloskywalker
50% books → Harry Potter
→ All for the Game
→ Percy Jackson
→ basically a lot of literature 25% tv shows → The 100
→ Game of Thrones
20% films → Star Wars
→ Marvel Films
→ Disney films
5% whatever else tickles my fancy → DC comics
**the ones listed above are my main fandoms. check out the tags page to see a more expansive list
Please feel free to message me if you have any concerns :)
I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
baffles me how my favourite people don’t know how much i love them. “oh sorry we don’t have to do this if it’s boring” bitch please, i love looking at cute ceramic kitchenware if it’s with you
getting real tired of people being like “this book, from 1503, is not woke, and so no one should ever read it again” like y’all just use some critical thought
THEROARINGTWENTIES(1929) | Written + Directed by Taylor Swift *ALL-TALKING PICTURE* Flapper Clara falls in love. With a Princeton sophomore.
Every night they spend together feels like a dream. All the social occasions, the scent of wine she tasted on his lips, dance floor reflecting broken mirrorball lights, tossing pennies in the pool, sneaking in campus, night walks around the Nassau Hall, joking about school dorms, long dinner that seems never end and sophisticated conversations. His innocence and passion. Her wide-eyed gazes. Breathes that felt too close in the dark.
Finally, one day, the kid went down on his knees and pulled that damned rock out of his pocket.
Will Clara say “yes”?
