I am happy when with your memories. I am happy when we are talking. Then you leave. You are not mine. Then why am I so fucking sad.
That's why God made this blorbo of a blog site. Keep writing. Soon, this grief will become indistinguishable from the rest.
U and I share a sky. Only thing in the world that makes me happy
Another game I inevitably play when we talk is called.
"Don't accidentally confess, while being her warmth".
Some has small. Some has none. Check out the ones you don't know about. You are welcome.
nbc hannibal lecter is soooo. he’s an apex predator, he’s babygirl. he’s a loser, he can do it all. he’s cold and calculating, he’s sensitive and emotional. he’s a male wife, he’s a sugar daddy. he’s perfectly happy alone, he wants to be seen. he’s got no major weakness (he has one major weakness) he has trauma, nothing happened to him, he happened. he maimed and killed for his freedom, he gave it all up willingly on the off chance Will came back to him. he’s a control freak, he’s adaptable
Maybe it's not them. Maybe it's us—attracting a certain kind of people.
I’m tired of meeting the same people in different bodies.
I didn't like em when they were introduced. And not only cause they were the antagonists.
Tho I am a sucker for devotion-ships and i'm just like... 🥺
The hope, that you may never read these words.
The fear, that you may never read these words.
This is it. The Tumblr experience. You are scrolling and bam you are called out.
I hate to overthink
But that’s just my speciality
I want to think you like me back
But my mind can’t stop thinking the opposite
I don’t want to give myself a fantasy
Knowing that it’s unrequited
Knowing that it’ll end with my heart broken
I<3
Thank
Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) / @wholeheartedsuggestions / Jenny Slate / Euripides again