Platonic Love Is So Underrated. We Talk About Romantic And Sexual Love And We Talk About How Much We

platonic love is so underrated. we talk about romantic and sexual love and we talk about how much we want someone to help us fill those desires but we don’t talk so much about platonic love. how wonderful it is to find that group of people who you can love so profoundly and receive the same in return. how incredible it is that you are able to find your own chosen family, to have them be there for you and to be able to be there for them in not only the highest moments but the darkest ones too. to love someone romantically is amazing and exciting but i don’t think romantic intimacy is any higher or deeper a level of love than platonic love, nor the other way around. i fully believe both romantic and platonic love are at the same level; both are special and beautiful and enchanting in their own ways and i think that is just… lovely.

My whole life the only consistent writing advice I’ve heard is “write every day.”

And I felt like a freak because I write like 10,000 words in one sitting and then sleep for a month.

But then I met published author former professor and certified bisexual Lidia Yuknavitch and she was like damn you can manage every month I only write like every three months and guys my soul has been clean ever since.

Sensory Prompts

cold, smooth slate

smell of smoke in icy air

a shimmer of water droplets in the sun

mint leaves

cold mud

the squeak of an old wooden staircase

paper tearing

light on the bottom of a clear pool

radio static

wind chimes

light reflected on puddles

the green iridescence of a beetle’s wing

slipping into warm water

a glow stick being snapped

night wind carrying the scent of freshly baked bread

wet, rotting leaves

dice against a table

the taste left in your mouth after a dentist’s appointment

a bite of an apple

people talking a room away

walking barefoot on sidewalk

dark, bitter chocolate

dryer lint

plucking a peach off the tree

calloused palm

pine needles

aloe being slathered on a sunburn

eggshells cracking

a dog’s cold nose

porch light in the distance

pouring something into a glass

soft cat feet

scraping at a scab

a deer darting away under the trees

jumping into a cold pool

a paper cut

a too-rich dessert

putting on clean underwear

an unpleasantly damp handshake

sweaty socks

the soft fur behind a dog’s ears

crunching ice at the bottom of the glass

licking your fingers while eating Cheetos

fighting against the urge to cry

floating on your back in water

soreness after exercise

the smell of an elderly relative’s house

bowling alley carpet

fresh paint

fireworks close enough to feel in your chest

the radio playing in the background at a restaurant

watching aquarium fish

a toilet flushing in a public restroom

your breath coming out in clouds in the cold

putting accidentally way too much salt on your food

poking at a bruise

rain on a metal roof

scent of a damp basement

the weird green afterimage after coming in from the snow

getting scratched by briars

a popsicle stick against your tongue

opening a window

walking on gravel

cold pizza

blowing out a candle

a swallow of a carbonated drink

packing peanuts

a bleeding mosquito bite

trying to fall asleep in a too-warm room

loud laughter somewhere else in the neighborhood

a round rock in the palm of your hand

putting your hair in a tight ponytail

steam rising from a bowl of soup

gum with all the flavor chewed out of it

the feel of banana peel

heavy boots

latex gloves

cold coins

an earthworm squirming in your palm

someone pulling away from a hug you wish would last longer

cloudless summer sky

ripping up a tuft of grass

getting water in your eyes

clean sheets

the packaging of snack food you’re eating late at night

cold water down your neck

nasty-tasting medicine

cleaning dirt from under your nails

holding your breath underwater

flies buzzing

thick fog

aluminum foil

the smell of stagnant water

the light of a full moon

bending a green twig in your hands

another person touching your skin with cold hands

motion sickness

tufts of shed fur

hard candy dissolving in your mouth

a feeling of acceleration in your chest

Peter: Settle this. Are they called “gifs” or “jifs”?

Tony: Well, the G stands for “graphics”, that’s a hard G, so I’d say “gif.”

Harley: What? The guy who invented it says its “jif.”

Peter: I’m sorry, do you mean the guy or the juy?

new headcanon

shoutout to the parkner discord for tossing around some of these ideas and brainstorming with me <3

- Harley Keener cannot catch anything at all, literally not a single thing

- Keys? Water bottle? Remote? He’ll drop them before he even gets the chance to catch them

- On the other hand, Peter catches everything without even thinking about it (bc, y’know, spidey sense)

- Sometimes Peter catches before he even realizes something is headed his way (which is so great for beating up baddies, and so bad for playing volleyball in gym class)

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