A little story about how I recently met a new little buddy: Franky
Hey! It sure is dusty here haha. Didn’t come on tumblr for a long long while. I figured since it’s hard to post comic strips like this on twitter and instagram I’ll just use tumblr to share these : > pls enjoy~
Darling, listen to me.I made my choice. Duty to my country over love.It’s what I’ve always done, it seems. It was drummed into me my whole life. Now I’ve lost the only man I ever really loved. Mia, I want you to make your choices as a woman. Don’t make the same mistakes I did.Make your own mistakes. There’ll be plenty of them, believe me. Now, you can go back into that church and get married, or you can walk away. Whatever choice you make, Iet it come from your heart.
The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004) dir. Garry Marshall
Last night, I told my mother “I wish I was dead” in a fit of rage and winter clouded her eyes. But it wasn’t white and it wasn’t quiet, it resembled something like helplessness and rage. She was in pain and I knew I hurt her. I wanted to say something, anything, but how do you withdraw a declaration of war? How do you stop the bombs that already destroyed homelands? In that moment I remembered how she always told me that when she was a kid, she was too afraid to sleep with the lights on. Not because she was afraid of monsters, but because she feared her grandmother would die. Because when you’re a kid, not seeing it means it doesn’t exist anymore. I saw the winter in her eyes again and I knew I had switched off the light, she wasn’t angry, she was afraid.
And I also remembered how she always told me I’d always be 3 years old for her, always a child, and for the first time, I heard in the voice of a three year old “I wish I was dead”. My heart broke. And I wanted to hug her and hold her, tell her I was sorry, that I didn’t mean it. Before I could move a hand, she left the room. The entire evening, I saw myself as she saw me, a 3 year old child. I saw the child hurt herself and cry herself to sleep every week, fight her friends with her tiny hands and two ponytails, I saw her depression and her anxiety, I saw her yell “I wish I was dead” and I knew. I knew. I wanted to shout through the walls, yell and cry and tell my mother that now I KNEW, but I didn’t. I wept and wept until I heard a quiet knock and a soft familiar voice whispered, “Dinner is ready”.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
when robin scherbatsky said “i am scared of how much i like you.” when taylor swift said “i love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard.” when margaret atwood said “if i love you is that a fact or a weapon.” when virginia woolf said “yes yes i do like you. i am afraid to write the stronger word.” when richard siken said “the enormity of my desire disgusts me.”
im sorry but writing enemies to lovers on ao3 is so fucking funny. one of them will go a whole paragraph saying how much they hate, absolutely despise, have genuine burning contempt for the other and we’re all here knowing damn well that enemies to lovers tag is just sat there. like we already know what’s coming bro you’re just embarrassing yourself
the appeal of enemies to lovers though is less “oh will they ever get together?” and more “at what exact point does he go from wanting to kill the bitch to the oh in italics?”
