“You want honesty? I think you’re putting on a front. I think you’re pretending that you’re coping.”
What else would you have me do, beloved? When I dream of my head smacking the steering wheel at 95 mph it’s easier to pretend that the voices I hear are ghouls because the truth is more sinister. And if loving my mother keeps me from bashing in her skull with a dull rock then what’s a little more brain damage in the grand scheme?
And if the grass is dying it’s easier to water it than to reverse the warming of the earth.
So if there are tears in my eyes they will be tears of laughter because my sadness serves no purpose but to remind me of the unbearable burden of being alive
i came out to my parents tonight and it went so much better than i had thought it would. i think i’m still in shock bc it’s still quite surreal. they basically already knew and are so supportive of me in whatever brings me happiness. i feel so good (:
"Why do you care about the prefect girl?" Severus asked rather sharply, "you couldn't have made prefect for 5th year anyway."
The heat in her chest quickly rose to her cheeks, but she felt frozen in place. She shouldn't have expected him not to ask. She shouldn't have said any of it in the first place, really—but talking to him was so easy. She'd been fighting the urge to tell him since she witnessed his reaction to Sally and Amelia's relationship. It would be easy, right?