FLEABAG ♡ (2016 — 2019) “I want someone to tell me what to wear every morning. I want someone to tell me what to eat. What to like, what to hate, what to rage about, what to listen to, what band to like, what to buy tickets for. What to joke about, what not to joke about. I want someone to tell me what to believe in, who to vote for, who to love and how to tell them. I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, Father, because so far I think I’ve been getting it wrong.”
Reblog and put in the tags the fourth song that’s in your spotify on repeat playlist
Wherever I'm fucking up, just let me know I'm fucking up because I am... like, you know, I'm trying. I know you're trying. I see that you're trying.
can you hold this for me? *gives you my heavy heart*
PAUL MESCAL Phoebe Bridgers’ “Savior Complex” Music Video 2020 › dir. Phoebe Waller-Bridge
You know I love you. And I’m never going to feel the same way for anyone else.
I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. no. that’s true. I mean, you’d be somewhere else entirely. you’d be a different person. and me, too. but we have done so much good for one another. you know I love you. and I’m never gonna feel the same way for anyone else. I know. I’ll go. and I’ll stay. and we’ll be okay.
normal people (2020) dir. l. abrahamson, h. macdonald
I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.
achilles and patroclus
The hardest thing about having long distance friends is not being able to do the little acts of care. I want to boost your car when it dies and take you to your dentist appointment or the airport. I want to scrape off your car because it's on my way to work, or make you tea. I want to be your fake landlord reference and I want to sit on my couch with you for ten hours watching a TV show. I want to drive you to all the places I went to as a teenager, the lookouts and dirt roads and trails through the forest.
But instead I have soft words and fanfiction and funny videos. I have photos of my pets or hypothetical "what if" questions. I have an open inbox, and endless voice messages, and listening parties, and timed watches. And that's okay too. That's good. That's a sort of care.
The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, Guirgis
Frankenstein, Shelley
idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that
has anyone else made a lot of mistakes or is it just me and sufjan stevens