[piouscoffeelover]

i miss you 2012 avengers. i miss you the avengers tower. i miss you irondad and spiderson. i miss you loki lingering in the tower for no other reason than that he's the main love interest. i miss you grumpy bucky barnes. i miss you old man, chronically offline steve rogers. i miss you clint in the vents. i miss you girls night with wanda and natasha. i miss you the rare bruce banner feature. i miss you sassy sam wilson. i miss you christmas avengers blurbs in the middle of the fanfiction written by an autistic 14 year old. i miss you 😔😔😔

[quotefeeling]

“Imagine being with someone where it’s safe enough to just talk for hours about your fears and the things you’re ashamed of … Imagine …”

— Unknown

[tenderlypressed]

[warmfigure]

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[unlettered-heathen]

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[warmfigure]

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[mirefireflies]

a series of unfortunate events is really the blueprint for characters doomed by the narrative like i think that series changed my brain chemistry forever… the title tells you how the story will end and the author repeatedly tries to warn you away but still you pick up the book. the first sentence is that it’s a tragedy and you keep reading anyway.. you read through the whole story and it’s terrible and tragic and unfortunate and then after you’ve stayed up late reading it under your covers with a flashlight, you go to your school library as soon as class is over and check out the next book in the series because you need to know what happens even though really, you already know. the end is right there in the title, it’s there in every page .. before the story even begins you know it’s a tragedy and you read it anyway and—

[oneandocey]

Since you've been gone

I thought I had handled,

Us,

Moved past,

You,

Then suddenly it's three AM,

And the lyrics to our favourite song,

Make more sense than they ever have,

All these things have been felt before,

And somehow,

In sobbing a song into my pillow,

I feel less alone than before.

[thewaitingluna]

The ways I loved wasn’t loud enough for you to stay.

[threewordusername]

where do you want my hands, dear stranger?

d.b.a

[opossum-handz]

[tenderlypressed]

[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ❀ )

[threewordusername]

give me everything, dear stranger.

d.b.a

[sacred-portal]

[kosmogrl]

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. This is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life.

k.b. // unknown