#{a boy}

[justhellacesome]

Guys, guys what the fuck do you mean you actually get physically ill when you fall in love with someone. What do you mean cupids arrow was literal depiction of what it feels like. What the fuck do you mean You didnt bother to tel me about this cuz you thought everyone fucking knew. Im choking in tears right now cuz this falling in love shit actually physically hurts and not just Emotions and feelings.

[anonymouspoet00]

I LIKED A BOY WHEN I WAS TEN,

AND I STILL DO AT EIGHTEEN,

THOUGH WE LAST TALKED IN TWENTY TWENTY.

HIS ROOM WAS ACROSS MY BALCONY

AND MY HEART FLUTTERED EVERYTIME

HE WOULD PASS A SMILE, OR A WAVE A HI.

I WOULD ACT LIKE I DIDN'T CARE BUT DEEP WITHIN

I WISH HE WOULD SEE HOW MUCH I ADMIRED HIM

HE WAS A GENTLEMEN BACK THEN

I DON'T KNOW ABOUT NOW,

CAUSE NOW HE DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE

HE LIVES MILES AWAY, ABROAD.

I SOMETIMES VISIT HIS ACCOUNT

JUST TO REMEMBER HIS FACE,

AND MY HEART STILL FLUTTERS

THE WAY IT DID WHEN I WAS TEN

EVEN IF I AM EIGHTEEN NOW.

I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE ADMIRER FROM AFAR

I WISH I COULD TALK TO HIM JUST ONCE AGAIN

HEAR HIS JOKES AND THAT STUPID VOICE

THAT MADE ME WANT TO STOP

AND LISTEN TO HIM NIGHTS AND DAYS.

HE MAY NEVER NOTICE ME,

AND I KNOW IT WELL ENOUGH

BUT THESE FEELINGS ARE MINE AND MINE ALONE

AND I'VE CARRIED THEM FROM TEN TO EIGHTEEN,

THROUGH EVERY MAY AND IN-BETWEEN,

GENTLY, LIKE A LETTER UNREAD,

FULL OF WORDS I NEVER SAID.

Based on a true story :)

[sasaoekaki]

卒業のシーズンですね。

[darylscigarettesmoke]

I miss when Daryl Dixon wasn’t the average, stereotypical, heterosexual male hero

[everroy]

Closed Starter for @tressashaw

Where: Embrace

When: Early August

 Knock Knock Knock

He had meant to come sooner. But…Estela would understand…or she wouldn’t, he was about to find out either way.

Everything had been busy after the gala between C…and Nathaniel…and the Mausoleum…and the magic… and the cat that just didn’t seem to want to warm up to him or leave him alone. With all that, well, life had been busy.

The art had even gotten more chaotic. His wings had gotten looser and looser to a point that sometimes he saw photos on social media of AP’s work and he barely even saw the resemblance to the insect. He could also admit to himself, quietly, that none of these had been personal yet, those were the wings of others he had left at the University… and the alley…and everywhere else…. and he knew there was only time before his inner vandal required him to release the tension he felt growing out of his throat.

But he wouldn’t worry about that now, standing in front of his coven mates door, holding a box of mango chocolates, he thinks that’s what he remembered C saying she liked. Nevertheless, here he was, hoping that maybe Estela could help him with one of the things he was juggling, the magic…the silence.

Just as he raised his hand to knock again the door swung open to reveal a brunette young woman, just not the brunette woman he was there to see. Had c mentioned a partner… “Hi,” Everett squeaked, “I’m Everett, I know Estela, is she home?”

[hisuncontrollableanger]

pride month starts TOMORROW and I want a present

[maybe-in-another-universe]

do we ever think about jason dying before he really grew into his body? he died before he could get used to his growth spurt, before he really ever grew facial hair, still lanky and long but awkward, and not fully proportionate? about how he never really grew out of his growing pains or had a consistent shoe size? jason died with his voice still cracking and acne. he was a baby :(