#o ugh

[stormbreaker-290]

Hhhhhhffhfhgndhbdhg

Stars I'm gay

[that-was-anticlimactic]

being on your period means listening to “i want to be a hero” from the bnha stage play on repeat until the bell rings at 8:15 (have been listening since 7:30)

[that-was-anticlimactic]

s/o to thuggory the meathead... you're a real one...

[crumpet-doodles]

🏳️‍🌈🫵/silly

NOOOOOOOO9 YOU DIDNXT SEE THAT YOU DIDN'T SEE TAHTTTTTTRT

[iiguess]

What does Sam think about her parental figures? Does she think about them often? Does she like or want to visit them more? Would she ever want to live with them?

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" my parental figures, huh... "

There's a good handful of them, isn't there? Darck, and Triage, and Crow, and Prowl... Each met in different scenarios, each special to her in their own way. Sam smiled.

" they're good people, and i think i think about them a... normal amount? maybe? i mean, it's not as if i think about them all the time, but it's not as if i never think about them, either. and of course i want to visit them more! i like being with them! it's just—-... "

Her expression dropped. A hand comes up to rest on the watch chained to her wrist. It's a heavy weight on her arm, the other nestled safely within her bag. She sighed.

" it's hard to, " she answered. " that's all. "

[royal-wren]

You know what, for someone that's really good with words even in casual conversation you'd think I'd have finished the vows I started forever ago. And yet, here they are still a rough draft after all this time. I'm too much of a perfectionist over this especially given how serious it is in a general sense and personally. I was gonna read for a bit but I guess I'll focus on this more and read a little less than I thought I would. All I can say is that it's getting closer to the date we wanted/planned to make it 💀

[eyedented]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃?

you want to consume love. literally. to cut it up with a knife, then stab it with your fork and eat it and let it gather in your belly. to know what it feels like inside of your mouth. and your grandmother always showed it best - food is love is food is love. this is emotion, but represented in a way you understand. a way that you can relate to and, again, consume. it is temporary, but essential. we eat to live, and then we love, but that part can get confusing. but we eat, we all eat. and you might not be able to say 'i love you' in words, but if someone brings you a pie, you can cut yourself a slice and swallow it down and tell them that it tastes really good. you can make sure that they also share a slice. you can see them smile and know that they know that you know. that you did it right this time. i hope you know you're worth a love that exists for longer than the time it takes to eat something. you're worth the words, both said and heard.

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