#shut upppppppppppppp

[melodious-tear]

"Yes. Very beautiful. So beautiful." -Whispers of Fate 水龙吟 ep. 39

[inkfamy]

Can I just say. get your neggy "it's not idw" posts out of the energon universe tags, tar pits

[daydreaming-in-daisies]

"your 20s are the best time of your life"

"college is some of your best years"

"your early 20s are truly your peak"

"women look their best in their 20s"

"it's all downhill after 30"

"you're too old to do..."

"*some passive aggressive statement about how being over 25 is old*"

"travel in your 20s because immediately after that you'll have a job and kids and marriage and you'll turn to dust and your entire body will disintegrate and you wont be able to do anything"

[cheylouwho]

I'm about to open my window and scream at my neighbors that some people have to wake up early tomorrow

[inb4belphienaps]

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[sapphicambitions]

The problem with reading Red, White, and Royal Blue isn’t just that it makes me want to be in love, it’s that it makes me want someone else to fall in love with me. It makes me want someone who will notice the way my gaze gets fuzzy when I’m tired, the way I rub at my undercut and the back of my neck when I’m anxious, the way I become wide eyed and expressive when I feel comfortable and silly. I want someone to love me on my bad days, when the weight on my chest keeps me pinned to the couch. Or when my anxiety has me talking myself in circles, I want someone who will pull me back to reality and ground me. I want someone who will lazily run their fingers along my skin on Sundays and place a warm, claiming hand around my waist when introducing me to people. I want someone who will miss me when I’m away and ache to have me back with them. I want someone who will always laugh in my direction when someone in the group because they want to see me laugh, too. Someone who remembers how I like my tea, how to make my favorite dish, what comfort food to pick me up when I’m down and what drink to order for me on a good night. I want someone who’s words of poetry and prose and adoration fall off their tongue without even realizing they’re doing it, just naturally letting their affections be made known to me. I want someone who sees the mess that I am and chooses to love me anyway. I’m very much the kind of person who uses the language of “I wish I was in love with someone. I wish I had a girlfriend to love.” I’m a giver. I have a magnitude of love in my chest to give out and I do so often. When I think about the future of my love, it’s always in the mindset of “I can’t wait to love someone else.” Because I have spent so long making myself independent and making sure that I don’t need anyone else’s love for me. But fuck, when I read this book it taps into something deeply vulnerable, that craves the idea of recieving love. Of allowing myself to be vulnerable, to be made known to someone else. Of allowing someone else to love me.

[andiaberto]

I feel really bad for joining in but goddamn the pun I have is eating at me and I know it's probably already been used but man, Alberto's starting to sound a lil fruity to me.

you've done it. you've killed him.

he can't go on.

[shimurah]

HEY