Her: You Better Not Be Haunting Me And The Subsequent Narrative Of My Story And Life When I Get There.

imagine going through life not knowing they exist

Bruce: Vance and I are adopting a kid

Griffin: oh that’s great-

Vance, slamming adoption papers down: it’s you, sign here

i want someone to go after phoenix's stupid ass with his magatama and i want him to have like 250 psyche-locks and every time one breaks 10 more appear

Big fan of kissing women

”wait- i die??”

van my love oh my god.

her entire existence really is media. it’s all a performance. shes watching her life through the television and reacting to the plot twists as an onlooker. and she dies at the end. the twist is that she dies at the end and now she’s watching herself die and fuck it’s just so real.

bleh

i do love the "she's back where she started but somehow even worse" yj moments

some people will never understand the vulnerability but also femininity that comes with a wlw relationship.

i’m reading my book as you write.

you’re doing your makeup as i curl my hair.

i’m cooking the food as you set the table.

youre talking while i’m listening.

i paint your nails while you paint my face.

your singing while i’m watching.

the fire that ignites when our eyes meet.

or the static when we hold hands. almost likes it’s dangerous to be this close.

dressing each other in our clothes.

waking up beside eachother.

gossiping and understanding each others feelings deeply.

they never understand until they have it, and sometimes… they just won’t get it.

I MISS THEM SO MUCH.

prbly been done before but

why wld u point this out 💔

Did anyone notice Natalie was wearing the same outfit she was the day they crashed, when she killed Ben.

if i may,

owie