[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories
im coping
so much love for characters who are desperately unsure whether they’re a good person, a redeemable person, a person worth saving, but are absolutely certain that they’re a grade a hottie
do u ever miss your own energy. like damn what happened to me
they need to add two extra hours after ten pm where time doesn't pass so you can do some nice reading before bed
the underrated romance of a little kiss on the shoulder :(
tumblrs great. you can have 6,000 followers & only 9 of them are active/real
“His arm fell lifelessly to his side. He looked away and said, “Oliver, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want to hurt the whole world.” ― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains
ao3 author: *writes the most devestating ending to a 150k fic that simultaneously calls back to the first chapter and beautifully wraps up every theme in a few paragraphs*
also the ao3 author (in the endnotes): uwu i never know how to end these things T_T
medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar
kitchen appliance backstreet boys: you are... my fryer
employer backstreet boys: you are... my hire
ancient greek backstreet boys: you are… my lyre
electrician backstreet boys: you are... my wire
Driving backstreet boys: you are… my tire
appliance backstreet boys: you are... my dryer
[hits side of cd player so that it stops time traveling and gets to the next fucking line dammit]
wizard backstreet boys: the one… descryer
funeral director backstreet boys: bereave, when I say
ghost backstreet boys: I haunt it that way
backstreet boys doing Saul Goodman cosplay: Tell me, White
cowboy backstreet boys: ain't nothing but a cow tame
educational tv backstreet boys: tell me, Nye
Fast food backstreet boys: ain't nothin but a milkshake
Deli customer backstreet boys: Sell me rye
Afraid of sleeping backstreet boys: I never want to hit the hay
Fashion designer backstreet boys: I flaunt it that way
By wander_linaa
Beautiful places in Lake District/England
the intimacy of sharing old memories with someone new. check out the places i visited before i met you. i wish you were with me. maybe we can visit them together and create new memories? look at the pictures of the sky i took before we met. now you share the same view with my past self. look at the photos of my childhood and let me look at yours. have your facial features changed? your smile stayed the same, and i love it. look at my right cheek, i have the same birthmark as my grandmother. this is the child in me that you are healing with your affection. i am glad we met. all these years i was without you but now you know about all those years and even help me to grow. your love took roots in my past pain, and reaches out to my future happiness. please don't stop smiling.
do you ever just. 🤧
do you ever think about how darcy's perspective of the visit to rosings is just... a completely wild time. so like. he and his favourite cousin goes to visit with his weird aunt, and ends up running into this hot girl, that he's really kinda increasingly into? she's staying in the area for a while with her bestie. so like. he was expecting a boring social obligation visit & getting pressure into marrying his other, less favourite cousin. instead, he watches the hot girl hold her own with his aunt in conversation. she banters with him over the pianoforte and they have a Moment™. he keeps going over to the house she's staying at, just to awkwardly chill there, even though he doesn't like the other people there. has a whole conversation with her about how she wouldn't mind living far away from family, as long as she could afford the travel. he extends his visit so he can keep seeing her. when he runs into her on a walk, she makes a point of detailing the exact route she prefers to take while out walking, clearly encouraging him to join her, so he does. he has a really nice time on these walks, they spend a lot of time in companionable silence, but he manages to flirt a little by implying some stuff about the future & what their married life could be like, and they have some conversations about that. and sure, she has some family baggage, but none of them are around so it's a lot easier to ignore, y'know? so eventually he just can't take it anymore, and he shoots his shot. she clearly values honesty so he explains his scruples as well, but he thinks she's been dropping some favourable signals, so he's got a good chance, right?
and then not only she turns him down she ROASTS THE FUCK OUT OF HIM. she insults him. she insults his honour as a gentleman. she flips the fuck out about... oh yeah crap the sister thing, turns out his cousin blabbed, and then I'M SORRY YOU SAID WHAT? ABOUT WICKHAM? THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING WICKHAM, MY FUCKING NEMESIS? HE FUCKING SAID WHAT ABOUT.... OH MY GOD. oh fuck. I've fucked up so badly I need to reevaluate my entire life & risk sending a letter to an unmarried woman who hates my guts, just so i can explain shit. fuck.