Might Be Some Certain Point

This better fix all my fucking problems.

Happiness Will Come To You.

Relatable post that I dont want to relate to.

me giving affection: oh man i really hope im not like overstepping my boundaries here. what if i make them uncomfortable? do they feel obligated to say thank you? am i going too far and scaring them? what if i’m annoying?

me receiving affection: AAAAAAAAA!!!!! AAAAAAA!A!!!!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAA

Why do witches like always wanna fatten kids up before they eat them?? fat is like the grossest part of meat

I am not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of an unlived life.

But I am afraid of growing old, without you by my side.

Tho you making a bad choice is the only hope I have of you choosing me.

🥺

gimme that both doing our own thing in the same space, comfortable and listening to music but we occasionally kiss and joke around kinda love

Shout out to ELISTA for being the most relatable character, after shalan.

Oh this is awesome I will give it a shot as well.

You get a piece! You get a piece! Everyone gets a piece of my heart.

Take your time. Take what was mine. See if it fits.

Looking to give away all of it. Not of any use to me anymore.

“Continue to share your heart with people even if it’s broken.”

— Amy Poehler

Stop making me feel things. This wasn't very cash money of you.

Good day.

There is one particular ship dynamic that never fails to wreck me, and I’ll call it Soulmates, But Not Like That. Not in a “some higher power has decided that we are destined to be together” way, but something that is almost the opposite of that. It’s that character who has been alone for a long time, and has maybe convinced themselves that they will be alone forever, and who has a lot of barriers to intimacy with most of the people around them, for whatever the relevant narrative reasons are. And then they just happen to cross paths with this ONE FUCKING PERSON who works for them, through some very specific combination of personality and circumstance and life experience and mutually compatible damage. And there is always the shock of what are the fucking odds, and underneath everything the terror of what if this doesn’t last. what if there’s no one else. I would just go back to being alone. I don’t know if I could do that after knowing this. Because when you finally let down that wall of emotional self-sufficiency the thought of having to put it back up again is painful. And in real life I don’t at all believe that there is only One Designated Person for anyone, but in fiction I do tend to gravitate toward characters who believe themselves to be The Only One in some way, and I will always be emotionally compromised by that dawning sense of oh. You are like me.