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therozanov

THE UNTAMED | episode 8

#jkc

somewordsarebiggerthanothers

calellon

i’m surviving solely on day dreams and fantasies at this point

thoughtcascades

yeah i want love but i also need at least six hours of not talking

allthingswhumpyandangsty

#countless times

darkcrowprincess

Lan Zhan is what happens when you fuck up and traumatize an a autistic kid and than he meets the one person who helps him feel free and loved after a very long time. And than you take that person away? How do you not expect him to not go a little mental about it during those 13/16 years? The one thing keeping Lan Zhan from not jumping off that cliff after Wei Ying is A Yuan and keeping the last bits of his love that he has safe.

bisexualmangoeswhere

do yall ever just go insane over the fact that lwj fell in love with wwx because wwx was the embodiment of freedom? freedom lwj had never tasted but always knew existed. do you ever go insane about the fact that wwx fell in love with lwj because lwj was the embodiment of permanence? the very thing wwx was always threatened with but never really knew. do you ever lie awake at night thinking about how every time wei wuxian turned around lan wangji was there? about how every step lan wangji took forward was because wei wuxian held his hand and pulled?

corneliaavenue

i love being a fangirl. i was always meant to care too deeply about the media i consume

softgrlfriend

I have been nothing but elusive and difficult to you and this is how you treat me

letsbelonelytogetherr

“I fall asleep whispering "I am safer alone I am safer alone l am safer alone l am safer alone" [...] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.”

— Clementine von Radics, from James

thoughtcascades

being misunderstood wouldn’t hurt so bad if it didn’t feel like proof i don’t belong anywhere

pepperediris

who up #notknowing and #beingconfused

gingersnapsstars

my senior year lit teacher was a sick and twisted woman for making her entire class of gifted kids analyze this poem but it still bangs (my heart) (into a thousand tiny pieces) (ow)