society's standards ruin everything and your girl is sick of it
hi, hpft. it's been a while, but your resident ratTM hath returned from the dead (or: twitter) to hash out some of my inner dialogue once again. today's topic: the toxic environment we've created for teenage girls. bit o' light reading for your commute, you see
what spurred me to write about this? well, my little sister: twelve years old now and in her first year of secondary. secondary is a big change from primary school
the musical muse challenge: results + awards!
Hello HPFTers! It's been a while. Maybe too long of a while. I honestly meant to have these results up a lot earlier, but I'm just kind of lowkey going through it right now? Uni + the future are both daunting and I just really wish I could put a pause on the world for a few months. Anyways, now that I'm done oversharing, let's get down to business
So a few months ago, I hosted a challenge called The Musical Muse Challenge in which anyone w
cassie clare: why she makes me tired
(a spoilery criticism of some of the reasons i am losing interest)
Okay so I planned to write this post a few days ago, but then midterms and assignments claimed my soul I am living the dream life, people. Every day is a dream.
Anyways, I was inspired to write this particular topic when I was scrolling through tumblr the other day and I saw Cassie Clare had released another snippet of QoAD (which I didn’t read because your girl doesn’t need an
maggie stiefvater: a discussion
i feel like i need to start this off with a disclaimer that none of this is hate.
hello dear hpfters! it's half 5 in the morning, i've vacated my bedroom because a spider has fallen somewhere onto my bed, and i decided to write a blogpost because why not. this one is brought to you by sinner by maggie stiefvater which i finally finished today after about... two weeks?
i've actually read quite a few of maggie stiefvater's books and yet i still spell
dreams: a world of nonsense
I'm a very vivid dreamer.
Always have been and I hopefully always will be.
I have a distinct memory of describing a dream to a friend when I was twelve years old and how she lamented that the most exciting thing that she'd dreamt about was falling down the stairs. There I was recounting an action-packed plot where my family was escaping town to avoid war and I suddenly realised we'd left my little sister behind so I threw myself out of the car and ran b
