macklin celebrini has autism
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
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Color Me Curious
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gracie abrams
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Show & Tell
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
almost home
The Bowery Presents
Claire Keane

Love Begins

#extradirty
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Cosimo Galluzzi

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@lareinawritesa-blog
#this is honestly so sad #because you can see she decides there’s no time for grief #she can’t break down right now #she has to avenge him #poor bb went through so much #and now her love died #the only person that ever made her feel like she was home #and she can’t even grief him properly
Alec and Magnus in Morning Star
…and then someone comes along and knocks you off that path
I don’t know if I deserve that trust, if I deserve you.
overdueasteroid-archive:
l o v e is being willing to d i e for someone. o b s e s s i o n is being willing to KILL for someone. for you, i’d do both. so what does that say about me?
His heart was cold, but his soul set mine ablaze.
sadisorder, ten word story (via wordsnquotes)
With him she felt like a paradox both safe and vulnerable.
shadyombre (via wnq-writers)
Friendship isn’t enough. I’ve tried to convince myself that it is. That I can live holding your hand from time to time when we walk down the corridor or singing your favourite songs with you or resting my head on your shoulder when I claim to be tired. But it’s not enough. How can I hold your hand and not bring you closer to me? How can I sing with you and not kiss your neck? How can I rest my head on your shoulder and not gently stroke your thighs? The answer is that I can’t. Because friendship isn’t enough.
Poem I wrote home alone today (via fandomizedfreak)