The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
u guys don’t think bryce is hot bc ur not into scrawny men who look like they both can’t fight and suffer from chronic illness, like u just don’t get it
To those asking me if they should watch love island: this shit isn’t for the weak. It’s an hour every day for 6 weeks. It’s a commitment, a marathon, and ur gonna wonder why ur watching this shit but keep at it u will see levels of psychological torture never before seen