Allistic People Will Never Understand How Consuming A Hyper-fixation Can Be, Whether You Like It Or Not.

do you want me to beg for ravi to be a main? bc i will. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

JESSIE PLEASE COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU, IM NOT EVEN KIDDING PLEASE

me coded as fuck

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

the crackship between shauna and a random side character with two lines that fans came up with a week ago as a joke actually becoming canon is the funniest thing to happen to any fandom ever

✨🕯️ 911 on ABC, please give us Ravi main this season 🕯️✨

I’ve been to more funerals than weddings.

For a long time all I could think about was, “please dear god, don’t let me have to bury anyone else. I can’t handle it.”

but I did, somehow. for the eighteen years I’ve spent alive, I’ve buried loved one after loved one with no reprise wondering when would I ever catch a break. The answer is.. well never.

I’ve always dreaded funerals, I’ve never been good at saying goodbye. It’s too permanent, too real, and some part of my brain cannot comprehend that I won’t see this person again.

It doesn’t feel real, I wonder if it ever will.

I try to think of funerals now as a way of celebrating someone’s life, rather than losing them to whatever comes next. It provides little solace for the hole they leave behind, but a small comfort nonetheless.

I look forward to the day I can think about them and not have my breath hitch, the panic setting in, and think of them fondly without breaking down. maybe that future will never come for me.

Sure,I guess in their world Sarina Wiegman does not exist…

SHE did it FIRST and SHE did it BETTER.

watching my siblings grow up is a bittersweet feeling. I hope they know much I love them. how much I do for them, how much I’ve sacrificed for them.

there’s some things I’ll never tell them I’ve suffered through, done to myself, to get through the day just to see the smile on their faces.

I hope they know they are loved.

that’s all I want for them, for them to be loved.

is that too much to ask?

you know you’re down bad when every song is about her