sir, that’s my emotional support imaginary world
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sir, that’s my emotional support imaginary world
We’re our own little love story, aren’t we? Our own little team. And we’re not just looking at each other’s eyes; we’re looking in the same direction now, aren’t we? Standing side by side. Hand in hand. Forever, please.
they are awarding me an honorary doctorate for my work on tumblr.com
swarla + hand kisses ♡︎
not a caller not a texter but a secret third thing
don’t contact me. ever
i know everyone says they hate being online and i understand why and i get it and its bad and everything but (whispering like i'm at a sleepover) i actually really like being online
SOAP CHALLENGE - Platonic Relationships 1/4 Carla & Michelle
Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)
being an adult sucks. just want my milves back
i just think they would
me: “sorry ): can’t come!! got so much to do at home”
me as soon as im home:
and it will be better 🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿
getting fixated on something is funny because the first like week i have an insatiable need to tell everyone i know about it and spread the good word but by weeks 2 and 3 it becomes so intense and personal that even hearing it mentioned in public makes me sweat as if a dark secret was alluded to
it’s so peaceful
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
— Mikko Harvey, from For M (via lunamonchtuna)
You know when you're checking out a new fandom and you stumble across a writer/artist you loved in a previous fandom and it feels like running into a childhood friend at a bar
Running into the arms of trusted ao3 handles in a new tag like an airport greeting