I think we all fucking called it. Sweet Pea isn't called 'sweet' for nothing. Fuck. Me. Up. I live for the needy sweet pea and I need more.
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I think we all fucking called it. Sweet Pea isn't called 'sweet' for nothing. Fuck. Me. Up. I live for the needy sweet pea and I need more.
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When Sweet Pea isn’t embarrassed to admit he prefers to be in a committed relationship, chooses himself, and becomes the anti-toxic masculinity poster boy for doing it all like a man.
I’m all here for Sweet Pea standing up for himself and recognizing his worth.
I just want to give him a hug and tell him he’s worth it all.
riverdale, what the fuck
Today I literally fractured my wrist and i can't feel my fingers but it was still better than watching Josie and Archie kiss. CMON SWEET PEA DESERVES BETTER!!
To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.
Ashe Vernon (via wnq-writers)
who let you in
i was doing just fine without having you on my mind but you just had to come along and turn my life into a song.
not one of joy, but one of pain, not one of sun, but one of hurricane, as the voices feel the air they sing a song of pure despair.
the door was closed, the windows sealed, so who, my darling, let you in.
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A letter to the first boy I've ever loved
Dear dad,
Yes, as surprising as it might be for you, you are the first boy I’ve ever loved. Guess what? I even wanted to marry you. My mum tells me that every little girl wants to marry her father. I loved it when you played with my hair, or when you would let me play your guitar and your drums. I loved it when you ate your breakfast eggs and made me some as well. I’m not a morning person. I got it from you, to he honest, cause mum always wakes up early and is ready to do stuff. We’re both lazy people that would rather stay in and watch a movie or two instead of doing stuff. God, whenever I saw you it was like no one mattered but you. It was like you brought joy and like you wrapped up the whole universe, put a bow on it and gave it to me as a present. Your name alone brought galaxies of happiness to my life. Dad, you were the first boy I’ve ever loved. And you were the first one to break my heart too. 10 years later, you still somehow manage to shatter it. You broke my heart when I was 6 years old. I remember how I got home one day from kindergarten and you were not there. All of your stuff was gone, and my grandpa stood sad on the couch. He didn’t know how to tell me, or my mum, that you left. And it didn’t seem like you were coming back. I remember how you didn’t answer any of my calls for six months. I was 5 and I missed my father. The house was empty and my mother was sad and I just wanted us to be a family again. At my birthday, when I turned 6, I cried half of the party because I didn’t know if you were going to show up. I had no idea how to answer ‘where is your dad’, because you weren’t talking to me. So when you showed up, right before they were about to sing happy birthday, I couldn’t stop sobbing because of how much I missed you. How happy I was to see you again and how scared I was to lose you again. When you moved to another country I was miserable because I thought I’d never see or hear from you ever again. You broke my heart so many times and it amazes me how I would still act like everything was fine around you. How I would say or do things just because I thought you liked them only to make you stay in my life and never disappear again. No one can break my heart more than you did. I don’t expect you to call anymore. I lost all my hope that you will change and be a bigger part of my life. So that’s why when you show up for my birthday or when you call me just because you missed me I am surprised. I know you love me more than anyone and I know you simply don’t know how to show it… But I am sick and tired of living my life as a pretend version of myself just to please you. Dad, I miss you… Please call more…
Love, The girl that loved, loves and will always love you the most
so that’s when she made up her mind. she will no longer believe in perfect moments and opportunities. she would make her own. and with that in mind, she grabbed his hand in front of the kitchen door, placed one on his cheek, and with her eyes screwed shut and her heart in her throat, she pressed her lips to his. she created her perfect moment.
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the best thing about Tuesday’s episode was Lydia waking up trying to save Malia after hearing Stydia shippers all week saying Lydia was going to wake up for Stiles
I'm not anti Stydia but THAT WAS BOMB
the best thing about Tuesday’s episode was Lydia waking up trying to save Malia after hearing Stydia shippers all week saying Lydia was going to wake up for Stiles
It needs to be someone who can pull you back..
Lately my OTPs...
And I’m just like….
The Lines // Beartooth
Follow You // Bring Me The Horizon
Young Volcanoes // Fall Out Boy