in rick and morty x instagram colab add, rick has morty and summer on his lock screen wallpaper.
the rest of the family is cut out and morty is in the center of the picture.
rick is such fricking sap, it's killing me.

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in rick and morty x instagram colab add, rick has morty and summer on his lock screen wallpaper.
the rest of the family is cut out and morty is in the center of the picture.
rick is such fricking sap, it's killing me.
A rare moment of rest and silence with us as we're snuggled in bed. She's still waking up you can tell, and while she's still drowsy and likely to fall back asleep I whisper to her that I liked when her face was blurry. It's of dual meaning, one when I'm vulnerable and have my glasses off around her, the other when our faces are so close together my eyes can't focus right.
Here I was hoping she'd turn over and nestle back into the pillow, or scrunch her face in sleepy confusion, but she smiles instead, eyes still closed. It's not fair - I thought I'd take advantage of the fact her brain was still waking up, but she knew what I meant immediately anyway, somehow.
When I think about being vulnerable with others, it’s scary. So much so I’ll actively distance myself because the mere thought of it is so terrifying I never want to feel comfortable enough for it to ever happen. But when I think about being vulnerable with you, it makes me cry - in like a good, relief kind of way. I’ve never felt so safe crying in front of another person before. And for once the thought of distancing myself is scarier.
- excerpt from a sappy thing I’m too scared to send
I was in the hospital not too long ago for heart issues, I'm also in a gay LDR (it's relevant you'll see) and while slightly loopy from dehydration, hunger, and hypotension I turned to my mom and said "my arms aren't long enough". She got confused and asked "why" and I responded with
"Because I can't reach my boyfriend."
Me: *boasting and looking like a smug slug* yeh my content is top notch. Mhm. I write nice words. My visuals are very coolio.
AweSomE ASs WriTerS Half My Age: *exist*
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me: *stands up! Screams in glee! Whoohoos and applauds!!! because all creators are valid, our words all matter and we’re not comparable — we’re all unique*
I’m not a blessing that one would wish for, nor a lovely dove with a gloomy song to sing.
I’m not a piece of shiny treasure and I will never add value to your deserving life..
I’m a crow with a harsh voice and a song to sing for only acquired ears.
Yet, I am also your shoulder, your blanket, your snuggle bug, and your best friend. I’ll support you when you’re down and lift you up when you need a hand.
I’ll be your very own little beacon of hope.
my bf is giggling bc of salt shakers and dabbing on a hat in time mods and its the cutest thing ive ever seen.