-Would you still want me when I'm nothing new?-

coexisting in a brown household during a global pandemic is an extreme sport

God gave me the underrated gift of not being born into a english speaking country and the Idiot Me decided to become fluent in it and understand the things america people say and my quality of life been dwindling since

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No because it IS hot

Queen stuff

“oh really? you will teach me how to speak russian? u better bring that caviar and vodka, sweetie!”

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Alastair following thomas on patrol so he doesnt get his six foot ass killed:

tessa: if i had a nickel for every time one of my children attempted necromancy with a blackthorn, i’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?

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.

not trying to be rude but i love posts on here where i learn a completely new thing that immediately gets refuted in the same post. net zero information

"Can I?" he says.

Can you what, Simon? Kiss me? Kill me? Break my heart?

"You don't have to ask." I say...

Me sobbing in the corner:

I love when I’m in the middle of speaking and suddenly I’m like wait I literally don’t agree with what I’m saying

happy birthday someone

I like reblog going this becaUSE WHAT IF YOU SAW THIS ON YOUR BIRTHDAY HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE

The thing is, in a few years, it's gonna be the other way around.

ni: im like rapunzel, except-

lou: except instead of letting your hair down, youre letting everyone else down

ni: ...except my blonde is artificial

one direction: "i promise falling for me won't be a mistake"

us: