#i'm wrecked

[rockinwiserebel]

Walking around with a stupid grin on my face and everyone's thinking I'm in love but how do I tell them I just read about two boys confessing their love for each other in a blanket fort under the stars and having the most intimate and emotional sex I've ever read in my life

[frick6101719]

when Elliotte Friedman said "I think I need a cigarette" I felt it in my soul

[zehiristyle]

okay so like. maybe things got out of hand.

[levi-lev]

liking and disliking every single ivantill post because yall are breaking my heart

i'm not even in this fandom ????? i learned about their existence a week ago ??? wtf ???????

[zhoudadudugongjin]

oh lord could part 2 of this show have opened in a way any more tragically gay?

my guy cao pi is so ill he's just hallucinating sima yi in the middle of fucking fields

he wants to write to him :(

but he's getting so sick he can't get his words right and doesn't know what to say :(

he's literally dying here. where! is! his! boyfriend!

but sima yi does not come. the last thing cao pi sees before closing his eyes for the final time is yet another hallucination of the love torment guy of his life coming at him out of the light like fucking jesus

and sima yi, after getting the news, is inconsolable

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Is no one going to talk about how he adores Steven so much? And the choices that were made in just the wardrobe alone?! 

How he’s a much taller man but he wears these big baggy clothes and hunches down into himself to make himself seem smaller and take up less room. STEVEN MY HEART. 

And how Steven is just so wonderful with people and trusting and and and I’m sitting here crying and trying to explain to my roommates that it’s because I watched Oscar say Laters Gators one more time and I”M FINE

[what-i-meant-to-say]

by the waters, the waters...

we lay down and wept, and wept...

[altocat]

I just had a thought that I can’t get out of my head. Clouds mom meeting Zack in the life stream and she thanks him for saving her son.

NOOOO WHYYYYYY

Nothing says Thursday afternoon quite like tearing up out of nowhere over my sad blorbos and their ruined lives.