if you don’t think plus size bodies are capable of being divine, you have my pity. I see our shapes in the swells of fluffy clouds, the folds of luxurious and tufted pillows, round like pearls, but soft as cream. plush, warm, soothing to the touch. big bodies are like returning home.
to everyone out there who believes that they will love that one person forever, even though they broke your heart a million times.
your heart mends. i promise.
six months ago when i was screaming out his name, agony ripping through my chest, his sweet face burned into my mind, i never thought my heart would beat for anyone else.
but now i’m proud to say it does.
i no longer ache for you touch, i no longer think of your smile as i fall asleep. your eyes aren’t my favorite color anymore. your arms aren’t the ones i want to be held by.
as much as you hurt me, my heart beats for someone else.
honestly, one of the funniest things abt the Hargreeves siblings is that good old Reggie educated them well, probably in every way possible, meaning that they have at least some basic knowledge abt most things, from ballroom dancing (as confirmed in canon) to physics and yet, despite all that, they are all complete and total dumbasses anyway
