The Tumblr of Hilly, est. 2012
I am Hilly. 25. Magical girl by day and comfortable vampire by night. Descendant of hamburger people. My general aesthetic can be described as a cat skeleton with a flower crown set among the stars. While media about Trauma™ plays in the adjoining room. And breakfast is served downstairs.
you may notice i use the phrase “my beloved” frequently. this is because i am in love with the world and everything in it. hope this clears things up <3
girl help the pessimists found me
“girl help i am staunchly refusing to realise my own naivete in a world almost completely made up of things that couldnt care less about me or are actively exploiting me”
Girl help the pessimists are mistaking an inherently meaningless universe for an inhumane and joyless one rather than recognizing the opportunity to make one’s own meaning and joy and to spread those things to others
“we need more traumatized characters/characters with ptsd and/or who are abuse victims portrayed realistically with symptoms that Arent cute and soft and pretty!” you guys couldnt even handle lapis lazuli
unfriendly reminder: this is a sex worker positive space. I will not tolerate the disrespect of sex workers here, and if you cant agree with that without a doubt then you’re not welcome here.
sure would be nice if people other than porn blogs and sex workers reblogged this
what if everything is intentional. what if dancing with your friends matters as much as picking up groceries. what if you put color in your hair and a stranger feels seen. what if someone makes soup for you. what if tears are sacred. what if it’s all love.
