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Holy moly...
Me when I’m reading tumblr writers’ angsty lads-guys x non-mc reader fics filled with unrequited love. (I need therapy.)
why couldn't everything be perfect like before? why couldn't the two of you work things out?
you missed him so much. there was a permanent dent on his side of the bed, the side you refused to tidy or make up, in case he came home.
but why would he come home?
why would he care?
you f'ed up.
bad.
he had no reason to care, to come back, to keep loving you, but he did.
he adored you. he wanted to pick you up in his arms and spin you around a hundred times, telling you how much he loved you and wanted you.
he wanted your skin, he wanted your eyes, he wanted your smile, he wanted your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your ears, your fingers, your legs, your toes, your hips, your thighs. he loved all of you... even the parts you couldn't love about yourself.
in his heart, he knew that there was a chance you would never forgive him, but there was also a chance he was wrong. there was a chance that he'd run to your front door and knock like crazy, praying you'd be home. there was a chance he'd kiss you and apologize and beg for forgiveness and explain everything to you so you could keep loving each other in peace.
in your heart, you knew that there was a chance he'd show up unannounced in the middle of the night. there was a chance you'd let him in and the two of you would express your love for each other in every way possible. there was a chance that he'd kiss you silly, leaving no part of you untouched. and then you would talk. you'd have one of those deep philosophical talks about life and your future. and then the two of you would think at the same time, "i wanna spend the rest of my life with this amazing person."
but that doesn't happen. he doesn't show up at your door. he doesn't apologize or explain. the two of you don't kiss and make up. you both sit in silence, pondering everything, wondering who will make the first move, forever.
lovergirl
there was nothing more in this world that you wanted than to get your fairytale ending, for your knight in shining armor to come and sweep you away. you wanted that slow, passionate love, the kind where actions speak louder than words.
you were also painfully loyal, so much so that when you had a crush, he would become your entire world. you wouldn’t give attention to anyone else, even if that meant getting your heart broken, over and over.
so when you saw him for the first time, you just knew he was going to mean something special to you. it was like your brain chemistry was altered – he was all you could think of. your mind simply never rested.
you were determined to get the guy. it was like you didn’t see a future where you two wouldn’t end up together. he was your drug, any interaction with him was like a rush and you couldn’t get enough. every time you saw him your heart skipped a beat, every conversation you two had made you overthink his intentions – did he mean that compliment in a friendly way? or maybe there was something more? either way, you loved the guessing game.
but delusion can only get you so far. going into this you knew that you’d get your heart broken and that nothing would come of it, yet you kept going in hopes that maybe he’d make an exception for you.
THE WAY YALL BE DESCRIBING THESE MEN HAS ME WANTING TO BE LOVED BY A WRITTERRRRR
BEING IMMORTALIZED FOR EVERYTHING YOU ARE
YOUR APPERANCE
YOUR BEAUTY
YOUR HEART AND YOUR SOUL
BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY YOUR SINS AND YOUR FLAWS
YOUR DEEPEST SECRETS
BECAUSE ITS APART OF YOU
BEING A WRITERS MUSEEE IS GOLD STITCHED INTO LIFES ETERNAL POEMMSSS
quiet time
tldr: what exactly is he staring at? a/n: this is an ode to my own headphones. thank you for everything you do. (none of this would exist without you)
you think the best thing vernon ever did for your relationship was buy you your own pair of noise-canceling headphones. not only was it cute that you two had a subtle way of matching, but the gift was the catalyst for what you two called “quiet time”.
you knew vernon needed his alone time. knew he needed time with his headphones on and music blasting in his ears, in his own world. you were happy to give him the space and do your own thing. when you opened the headphones he had given you, you weren't really sure you’d use them, perfectly happy with your small earbuds. the large headset seemed excessive. however, you quickly got the appeal after using them for the first time.
now every time you two hung out, you’d have quiet time. each doing your own thing, existing in the same space but not interacting with each other. hair getting flatter on both your heads as the band of the headphones pressed down.
today you were sat on opposite ends of the couch, several feet of space between you both. you were absorbed in a game on your phone. he couldn’t help but stare at you, the music blasting into his own ears becoming background noise as he focused on you. he loved seeing you in those headphones, pleased to no end when he sees how well you use them. when he bought you the exact same pair that he had, he was nervous they would get mixed up but that fear was put to bed when you promptly decorated yours with little stickers, saying they needed to be “cuter” and as he stares at those stickers now, he can confirm you’re cute, but it might not be the headphone’s doing.
you could feel vernon’s gaze on you, you’d felt it for minutes now. no longer able to stand it, you turned your head to him, pulling the headphones down to rest around the back of your neck.
“why are you staring at me like that?”
vernon pulled his own headphones down, unphased, “what?”
you huffed, “why are you staring at me so intensely? it's creeping me out.”
he smiled easily, “i just love you so much, bug.”
you rolled your eyes, pulling the headphones back up, “well knock it off, you’re distracting me from my game.”
vernon just continued to stare, not missing the soft blush on your cheeks and little smile tugging on your lips as you tried to focus on the small screen in your hands. unsuccessful, you turned your head again pushing the headphones just off the ear closest to vernon, "for real stop staring. i need to beat this level before i can even think about making dinner so if you want to eat soon, you’ll look away.”
laughing, vernon crawled closer to you, closing the distance between you two on the couch. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you closer and whispered in your exposed ear, “i’ll wait forever for dinner if it means i can keep looking at you.”
男たちの夏 (Men’s summer) // By Gaku Kuze.
i just opened my tumblr and i saw that im almost at 400 (thank you so much for this ♡)
i wanna get english lessons so bad because i feel like my grammar and vocabulary sucks, i wanna repeat everything because i feel like i'm getting behind. i wanna participate in class but i still can't do it because of my social anxiety and i can't seem to get rid of this insecurity that i should be perfect just to meet my family's expectations and be proud of me.
i don't know if i can still fucking keep my shit any longer, i feel like exploding from all of this. i just want to rest for a while and since i'm almost a graduate i can't.
i just, i don't know what to do because i feel like when i do graduate i'll just be...me, that I'll probably be stuck doing the same habit of finding a way so i cant cooperate with somebody then finally decide to do everything on my own without someone's help and when everything go downhill I'll just face the consequences, on my own.
I'm legitimately scared that i'll be going to another school without my old friends by my side.
IMPORTANT!!
i’m left heartbroken and disgusted by the events that take place in this world. it leaves me questioning the existence of beings. what hurts me more is seeing how quiet this community is on the issue. you have platforms with a 1,000+ followers and willingly choose to stay silent.
please educate yourselves and take a look at what’s happening in palestine. i have friends with families who are fighting for their lives right now. these people have been fighting oppression for decades. use your privilege for something. use your platform for something. please i’m begging you. just because it isn’t directly effecting you doesn’t give you the excuse of staying silent.
a reminder that if you choose to stay silent in the face of oppression, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.
here are some resources:
educate yourself
petition to help palestine
another petition
educate yourself some more
watch this video to donate to palestine (3hrs)
another video to watch to donate (1hr)
(don’t skip ads + u can just leave these playing in the bg!!)
donation thread for palestinians in need
more donation links
paliroots
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Choose your hell.
MAPPA Levi be like : pretty → daddy → imma murder u... asdfghjklYESPLEASE❤️🥵
things i am:
a hot girl
things i do:
hot shit
things i spend:
his income (on my outfit)
things i don’t do:
text quick (cuz i ain’t thirsty)
things these bitches are:
mad mad (they wanna hurt me)
the end of an era.
i love how my ask is sometimes filled with the (same?) anon whose always checking up on me, whoever you are i appreciate it. really <3
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