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The ending of the hobbit doesn't exist, it can't hurt you.……

The song: 500 Miles — Peter, Paul & Mary

when a child goes to Build-A-Bear and constructs a teddy from the parts available no one bats an eye, but when I, Victor Frankenstein,

johhans

sometimes i think you might hate me ; (girl, so confusing — charli xcx)

capitanpoops

two losers ...even with the same questionable haircuts in the new seasons

jessicahiden

cartwebb + tumblr text posts

queleacardinalis

Paris Paloma, from "Good Boy"

lauraneedstochill

Gwayne Hightower + tumblr posts that are definitely about him original posts: x, x, x, x, x, x + posts about Aegon II Targaryen (1), (2) / posts about Aemond Targaryen (1), (2)

challengers would have ended in 2007 if artpattashi just had a threesome

#have more threesomes #where is my messy polyamory #polyamory solves literally everything #love triangle? throuple

crimson-rots

saddest thing that can happen to 2 guys with freak shit going on is people calling them boyfriends. yes i know theyve got something homosexual going on but brother it is NOT that

crimson-rots

you guys realise that the point of media isnt just to find 2 white men and make them fit into your boxes. right? "suburban husbands" is not the end goal for every relationship. sometimes two guys just have to have freak shit going on.

crimson-rots

listen to me. ok? i take your hand very gently. not every person is going to love each other in the way you've been taught. sometimes people just want to fuck around with each other. sometimes they're special to each other without definitions involved. sometimes soulmates are never going to get married. even when they love each other. yes, even when they love each other romantically. sometimes theres freak shit going on and that freak shit won't end with "boyfriends". ok?

crimson-rots

the world can be so beautiful. sometimes they just get married for tax benefits and then never address it again. the characters' self-reflection doesnt HAVE to fix their freak shit. the bit doesn't have to stop just because people go to therapy

crimson-rots

THEY WOULD NOT FUCKING HAVE KIDS.

#andreil

i’m holding your hand, and you’re holding hers.

it’s not a very subtle thing, but you were never a very subtle man, were you? you got that faraway look in your eyes sometimes, and i knew you were on the verge of calling me her name.

funny. if we ever were something, i could accuse you of it. i could call you out on it, could tell you there can’t be three people in your relationship. but we weren’t. you were a couple. i was just your best friend. and your favourite secret.

you’re sitting in my bed, but you’re not next to me.

you don’t lean in. you laugh, we pass that bottle of rice wine back and forth. it’s a line we toe, but never cross. i cannot accuse you of a crime you never commit, but only allude to.

still, you do allude. you are not subtle. you hold my hand, you kiss my forehead. you use that voice, that low undertone, when we’re alone. you tell me i’m pretty, you tell me to be careful, not to make you worry about me. we spend too much time alone, together, slipping away from the group to be one.

you get off scot-free.

#situationship posting again

i don’t miss you anymore, but sometimes i stick my fingers into the hole in my heart to remember the shape your hand left when you tore yourself out, does that count as sin?