Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.
“I can’t really explain why us vampires prefer virgin blood over anything else. But put it this way… wouldn’t you rather eat a sandwich if you knew nobody had fucked it?”—What We Do In The Shadows (2014)
the united states of america is fucking horrific and repulsive and people have every right to shit talk it but leave fat people out of it and stop acting like having fat people makes the usa a bad place, when you could focus on idk literally everything else
For your first date take her to see the sappiest romance movie in the cinema. Near the end secretly take out your phone and read the bit of the Full Metal Alchemist manga where Mustang cries at Hughes’s funeral. When she looks over and sees the tears streaming down your face she will be amazed at how compassionate and sensitive you are.
Don’t worry. There’s not a single person out there whose impossible to get over. No one has that much power over you unless you give it to them. It’s possible to love again with the same intensity & strength. Life moves on and so will you one day. Just give it some time and extra fudge s’more cookies. Trust me on this one.