Imagine being Donna Tart
an intelligent, classy and stylish unmarried woman who publishes a banger of a novel every ten years and disappear into the void between two books.

Just working and suddenly my mind went to "YOU THINK IM NOT LISTENING TOO? YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS?! NO YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS! IM TRYING HARD, AND I DONT EVEN GET a THANK YOU!!! IM TRIED AND COLD I WANT A WARM TEAAA I CAN'T FUNCTION LIKE THIS FOREVER. "

×All you do is demand×

I was washing my blood stained armor (uniform) and hozier started playing I started feeling like a peasant in the 1500s washing the clothes of the noble in the lake

me when my fav character dies so I'll pretend that it didn't happen at all

how tf did we manage to fuck up the environment so bad for Sahara to be flooded and the Antarctica to turn green???