#connirwalsh

[lucoile]

happy brithday to the birthbae

BIRTHBAE IM CRYING UR SO #SMOOTH CRISSY THANK U FOR UR MESSAGES I REALLY LOVED IT

[queensgcmbit]

happy birthday dahling

thank you crissy <3

[ofelah]

send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours (hinny so i can die tbh)

They had been drinking firewhiskey all night, there was neither rhyme nor reason for it, just sometimes when the nights got so quite and dark it was all they could do to make their demons for rearing their ugly heads. Soft music played throughout the night thanks to a charm Ginny casted as they passed the bottle to and from. They talked about nothing, tried to find shapes in the stars and gossiped about Hermione and Ron, trying to find anything to latch onto that didn’t hurt. 

After one silence that lasted a little longer than the others Ginny finally decided to break the silence. “Harry are we really just friends?” She asked, looking at him, illuminated by the stars and the moon. It was a question that she had wanted to ask for ages now but didn’t think it was the right time, not when they had friends and family to mourn, traumas to forget. If it wasn’t for the silence and firewhiskey she didn’t know if she would have ever asked it. “Because I’m a little bit in love with you, always have been. But you knew that, His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad.” She sang, jokingly. “But I mean it this time, not in a kid way anymore...Sorry if this complicates things.” She said taking one last swig of firewhiskey before simply getting up, without saying goodbye, and headed back to the barrow, to hopefully sleep through the hangover and embarrassment she would feel in the morning. 

[aquariiusseason]

im sending u all of them but mostly blood orange ok be my maca(bro)ni

blood orange: do u want to share a bowl of macaroni

i would luv 2 share a bowl of macaroni with u, crispy

send me a colour

[lumierc]

ur fave is problematique: cam

ur fave is problematic: cam

Teen Queen™

would make u flower crowns always

Dirty™

tries to initiate sex all the time

( prolly wouldn’t happen if her boyfriend isn’t rejecting her all the time smh )

specialises in: nudes during working hours

can be happy for an entire day over a perfect wing

gives compliments all the time n means them 

‘i love ur dress!! how does ur skin glow like that it’s surrEAL’ aka ur fave girl pal of all time

that one honest friend who tells u ur boyfriend is a downright fuckboy

‘DUMP HIM’

if she had a band it’d prolly be called Mood Swings

can burn u w her sass in 0.03 secs

even flirtier drunk

epitome of ‘think i’m nothing so i act like i’m everything’

just wants 2 be loved

terrible at being alone

fights everyone who makes her people feel like shite

lowkey feels like shite

self destructive tendencies

not afraid to drag u n u prolly always deserve it

[lumierc]

As an apology, In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep (fight me)

of course i chose the angsty one cause :-)

    Why? Why did she do it? It was a question he kept asking her, one she kept asking herself. There were thousands of boys to hook up with, hundreds more to fall for. Too many unsuspecting hearts for her to wrap her fingers around and make her next plaything, it did not have to be him. It did not have to be him but it was. It was him, who appeared on her treacherous mind when her friends sang about young love. There they were, with their lives so blissfully normal and predictable with their fast falling and faster fallouts. And here she was, lusting over someone she would never have, spending hours too long overthinking it as she watched her life decayed with the unrequited abundance of wanting. With a heart that continued to betray her every time it fluttered harder and faster around him. It was pathetic, but it was the truth. That she was falling, that her heart was hers, but it was not hers to fool, to control, to manipulate.

     Not hers to hold and muffle with a fist.

     His accusations were reasonable. Of course he was right, like he always was. That she was selfish and reckless with a dangerous disregard for all consequences. But he missed one thing — she was honest, too. And should she be blamed for that, for being the only one who had the nerve to say it, to address what was felt and what was real? Or was it only real to her, or else how could he remain so nonchalant? To her defence her voice rose, no longer the smitten fool with her voice dulled and softened. She was baffled, and above all infuriated, by the absence of truth, of a confession that she knew both of them needed.

    “I’m sorry but I can’t control how I feel, okay? It’s not like I can hit delete and everything would go back to how it once was. I’m sorry that I’m brave enough to say it and I’m sorry that you can’t do as much as admitting your own feelings to yourself. I’m sorry but I can’t pretend — I can’t hide like you do.”

     I’m sorry I love you more than I should.

    She walked out with clenched fists and hurried steps, footsteps echoing in the deserted corridors. Knowing that he wouldn’t follow, but wishing that he would. That he would grab her hand and tell her that she was not the only one who was tortured by this, the only one suffering from what that they could not have. That they were both ruinous and ruined, that she was not alone in this agony. That it was real to him, too.

    It shouldn’t have surprised her that he didn’t.

     And it didn’t. But her heart, it twisted. It ached. 

[aquariiusseason]

my vote goes for slyviapalths ~

crissy u are too good to me

want one?

url:  10 / 10

icon: 9 / 10

theme: 9 (literally screamed over your theme for like 8 minutes a few days ago, as you may recall.) / 10

sidebar: 9 / 10

posts: 9 / 10

overall: 20 / 10

following: no(t yet )| +F | of course! | till the end of the time

compliment: crissy, cris t o p h e r, crissilicious, crissy, you are like, my favourite person in the world lowkey like we can be a lil shady together AND also you are my screensaver on my phone and when ppl ask i say yes that is my beautiful wife like>>>>>>> CRissy i love you so fucking muCH i cant even BEGIN W O W 

[fakehelper]

LISTEN MARRY ME IM ALSO PRO EVERYTHING

AYYYY I would if I wasn’t already married to @ancwritingresources but I’ll totes adopt you! You’ll be in great company with @hailthehelpful and @thefabbestengineer (troublesome but good-hearted (except kael) children)