Tommy Calling Buck ‘evan’ During Their Entire Relationship And The First, And Only Time, He Calls

LEWIS IS RED, GIRMA IS BLUE, FRED VASSEUR AND SONIA BOMPASTOR I FUCKING LOVE YOU ❤️💙

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

she makes me laugh when I feel as if I’ll never see the sun again

Back in london prepping for Sunday 💙💙

I see you in my dreams.

Always in my dreams.

Like Oliver “if you don’t make him bisexual I will” stark getting called biphobic is the most ridiculous claim fr

Oliver “you don’t need to announce your departure” stark

Oliver “ no no he’s always been bisexual” stark

Literally be so fucking fr

far too many of my Spotify playlists are about her. And yet I feel like they all still don’t convey how I feel 😔

they scare me, they know what’s happening. I NEED to know 😭

You're laughing? Oliver Stark and Ryan Guzman could be filming the Buddie confession scene right now, and you're laughing?

maddie and chimney are this 🤏🏻 close to shoving buck and eddie into a closet and lock them into it until they admit their feelings, I CAN FEEL THAT

humans crave to be understood.

me most of all.

I feel as if no one will ever truly get me. maybe that’s how it’s meant to be.

maybe I distance myself too much from people and don’t make it easy to let them in.

maybe I’m meant to spend a lifetime alone begging people to just get me, to please, just look at me and not see someone who’s strange and weird but someone who has a system built against them and struggles to fit in.

I wear a mask everywhere I go to protect myself, not literally (at least not as often anymore). sometimes it physically manifests itself as an accessory, like sunglasses or a hat. I’ll never be caught without one. It’s my way of hiding from the world, letting people see me, but not truly all of me. not really.

I don’t think the people around me understand how much I change myself to fit in, how truly good I am at squeezing myself into boxes and attempting to be ‘normal’, or at least what society deems as such. I don’t think anyone will get me, understand me, know the scars on my soul and the ridges in my heart. the grief that never seems to leave, but comes in waves. the tears that are always present, or the thoughts that plague my mind.

maybe some people aren’t meant to be understood. maybe I’m one of them.