I just read the saddest chapter of my fav book ever. I was literally doing the-gasping-for-breath-between-sobs thing. It was horrible, so current mood: Kevin right after dropping his famous chili

doewhisper-of-windclan:

star-spangled-man-with-a-plan:

I’ve done that so many times. The bond we form with fictional characters, am I right?

You know what the worst part is? It’s a book about fricking cats. (*Mumbles* Warrior cats) I balled my eyes out for a cat that only got introduced 2/3rds the way into the chapter. Damnit I’m too soft

OMG I would do the exact same thing. I cry at certain commercials, okay? I get it. 

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“Next Thing I Knew…: Nine”

and added:

I really enjoy the fact that you put alot of research into your fics and went for mental health, when it’s still so taboo. I’m also relieved that despite her diagnosis, she doesn’t blame her mental illness completely, but recognizes that since it was untreated since she was an adolescent, it explains why she turned into such a unbearable mother/ wife. Kudos to the reader for being understanding and almost laughing, but stilled thanks to clint’s reassurance. Also, damn, clint is sexy af.

I like to think that, even though she went through so much, the reader has sympathy for what her mother has gone through. 

I lived with my grandmother growing up. She was abusive in so many ways, mostly violent. I strongly believe that she was mentally ill, and she went to her grave without a diagnosis. The silver lining – for me – is that I know the signs and I refuse to treat my family and friends the way she treated hers. 

Thank you.