The worst part of human adulthood is being your own zookeeper
Like… i have to make sure my meals are nutritionally balanced… i have to make sure that the space i occupy is big enough, and interesting enough, and provide enrichment to make up for the lack of novelty… i have to make sure i get exercise… i’m not qualified for this
Please please please stop telling yourself that your favourite character wouldn’t look at you twice, wouldn’t like you, wouldn’t love you. Because they would. They would. I don’t care what your excuses or reasons are, stop it.
Stop saying those things about yourself, even as a joke. Actually, especially as a joke. Shit like that gets in your head - it’s hard to feel good about yourself or even okay about yourself if someone is always being mean to you.
I’m willing to listen to myself on this one thing, and so should you.
Let yourself have this one thing, okay? You deserve it.
Your favourite character loves you. Yes, even if they kill everything and everyone. Yes, even if they’re awful and deserve what happened to them. Yes, even if they’re an irredeemable villain. Yes, even for whatever reason or excuse you’re thinking of as you read this.
They. Love. You.
No questions, no hesitations.
Just love, and a great big squishy cuddle for the love of their life.
