RJ Maccready from fallout 4 is making fucking mac and cheese, and nobody can stop him!
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RJ Maccready from fallout 4 is making fucking mac and cheese, and nobody can stop him!
Now that I have a Lightbox I can take updated photos of Archibald Asparagus Saint Sebastian
Fellas… the creator of Veggietales has seen it
Happy New year 🌈🎆
writing is so fun
i hate writing so much
this is so frustrating
i’m a literal god at writing
Happy birthday Louis
y’all are making SUPREME edits of NWH as if the clips aren’t even worse quality than larry evidence videos… what am i gonna do with myself when the hd version comes out huh
The only happy ending we can have now is by learning to unlove the memories that we created by loving each other...
i see you in the littlest of things and i hate it
well, if this aint me
Saw a post that said “Not every person you dislike is a narcissist and not every unpleasant experience is trauma” and a lot of you needed to hear that.
Not all conflict is abuse.
On the good days, missing you is a warm breeze. I close my eyes and bask in the comfort of what once was, what could have been. I think of your eyes and the way they softened when you spoke to me. I think of your voice and the way it wrapped itself around my name so perfectly. On the good days, missing you is warmth and nostalgia and comfort. On the good days, I can miss you without feeling like my world is crashing.
On the bad days, missing you is drowning. My lungs burn as I gasp for air but they fill with water. I replay every moment in my head over and over again. The moment I saw you give up on us — give up on me. The moment you told me I was wonderful in the same breath you shattered me. The moment you looked at me and your eyes told me everything you never did - the moment your eyes stopped being happy to see me. I am stuck in this constant loop of reliving the moment before the storm, the moment before you left me shattered on the pavement. On the bad days, I remember that you're probably better off — happier — without me. I am not someone people miss; I am not someone people regret walking away from.
i wonder if you ever think of me - unsent messages 2.0 (1/?) by (ds)
the worst part of it all is that I have to love you silently—I can’t let you know whenever I feel like it anymore. I can only scream it to the barriers of my mind.
I'd pick you in a heartbeat. Always.
I hate how I compare everyone to you.
But at the end of the day I’m always left asking what did I do. What did I do, I don’t understand. Tell me. I’ll change it. I’m sorry for doing it, I didn’t mean it. What did I do? Please just tell me, what did I do.
— they always leave me without a warning