jujubiest:

I weirdly love that there are crotchety fandom elders around who say shit like “in my day, (insert fandom term) meant this specifically, but now you kids just use it to mean any old thing.”

It seriously gives fandom such a sense of heritage and family, like yes grandma, tell me more about how you had to write fic uphill both ways in the snow when you were my age.

We are what we love to read, and when we admit to loving a book, we admit that the book represents some aspect of ourselves truly, whether it is that we are suckers for romance or pining for adventure or secretly fascinated by crime.

Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading
(via wordsnquotes)

isitthattimealready:

It’s such a strange feeling when something comes into your life like a movie or an artist or a band that just feels like it’s made from the same stuff you are, it immediately becomes part of how you define yourself and it’s everything you see yourself as at that point in your life and everything that you aspire to be and it’s such a bizarre sensation when you discover something and you immediately feel it fill a hole inside you that you didn’t know was there

yurimech:

sometimes i get new followers and i’ll look at their blogs and literally nothing about me should appeal to them

but i’ve just realized i’m their shame blog

i’m the blog they follow to hide their secret interests

welcome my lost children, it is okay, do not shy away from the light that i have to offer you