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olivia rodrigo's new album sounds like watching a romcom teen coming-of-age movie from the 90s idk how she does it
imagine running your hand from his shoulder, down his chest and abs until it brushes his bulge, and him just letting you đŁ
being kind and full of love is the whole point btw
(no beers in) So how do you perceive me in the privacy of your thoughts
you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love gets more addictive at each listen. i heard it first and thought it was objectively good. it will be a week tomorrow, and i truly haven't listened to an album this often, naturally since folklore.
it gets even more heartbreaking the same.
ps: doing the hashtags made me realize i know the tracklist by heart lol
how olivia rodrigo feels after putting expectations in between two of the saddest songs of the album
âi'm a boyâ âi'm a girlâ ok well i'm a car speeding down the boulevard without a brake?? and i'm a heart made of wax and i'm melting in the sun??? and i'm a thread on your shirt that is coming undone???? have u ever considered that?!???
every teenager is right that music is more important than anything else in the WORLD!!!!!
seriously need some more flower emoji options like where is the orchid? the wisteria? the hydrangea⊠the pansy⊠the lily?? fuck
Need to develop a hunger for things that are actually good for me idk man
the thing is, itâs never too late for anyone to start over except me. Iâm doomed and itâs over for me
i donât understand âpushing 30â like that is so stupid. why am i pushing 30 away? fuck that, i am pulling 30. i love her, i want her tongue in my mouth
YOU IN MY DREAMS THATâS WHY I SLEEP ALL THE TIME
part three of âwho are you when youâre not sleeping?â
Mila & Gryff masterlist
Once Gryff and Delilah got back home, they decided to call it a day and pick up with clue-finding tomorrow. The boy kicked his shoes off at the front door and made his way to his bedroom. He wasnât sure if all the intention-searching had taken a toll on him, but he felt extra tired. Opening his bedroom door, he immediately shed his shirt and flopped onto his bed. It took no time at all for him to drift to sleepâit was never hard for him to fall asleep when he knew she wasnât going to be there.
No way.
 âHey, you,â he heard the smirk in her voice before he saw her. Even in his dream, his eyes widened. She wasnât supposed to be here, not today, not for another month.Â
âWhat are you doing here?,â he was in utter disbelief. This had never happened before. She was always on schedule, and she never appeared more than once a month.Â
âYouâre never gonna find the answer that way,â she was smug, but it almost sounded like she was trying to helpâlike she wanted him to figure her out. She moved closer to him, and she was becoming increasingly more clear to him. He stared at her, but this time he was a couple inches above herâwhich never happened. For some reason, she was always above him, not that she was taller, just like she was floating in a way, like this untouchable, ethereal being.Â
âWhat do you mean?,â his voice was softâalmost vulnerableâlike he couldnât get the words out with her this close.Â
âYou spend all this time thinking about me⊠when really, you should be thinking about yourself,â he knew this was supposed to be some kind of hint, maybe it had something to do with what his sister was saying earlierâthat she technically was a figment of his imagination. He was probably capable of figuring it out, deep down, but the fact she never gave him a straight answer drove him crazy.
âWhat does that mean? Thinking about myself?,â the strain in his voice was still there. Words were coming out, but he wasnât focused on them, not with her this closeâclose enough that he swore he could feel her light breaths, even if it was just a dream.
âWho am I, Gryff?,â she spoke softly, looking up at him through her eyelashes, desperate for him to understand.
Well, now he was just frustrated⊠she knew she had never told him, even after the countless times heâs asked. âI donât know! You wonât tell me!,â he argued with her, but there was no malice behind it. He wanted her to stay. Heâd be as gentle as necessaryâespecially with her so close.
âNo. Who am I really, though?,â it felt like she was trying to guide him to the answerâsay one keyword that would suddenly make all of this make sense. Gryff finally looked away, thinking.Â
He shook his head hopelessly, âI donât know⊠youâre a figure of my imagination, I guess. Thatâs what my sister says, anyway,â his own answer crushed him. He hated saying itâhated that it might be right. But he hated her next words even more.
âOf whose imagination?,â she reiterates, emphasizing the âwhoâ.
âMineâŠ,â he answered. He looked down at his feet, trying to understand what she meant by that. They were in the same blank areaânot really a room, but not outside either, just a glowy white atmosphere all around them.
âAh, so you do understand,â she said happily, hoping he could finally make the connection. Maybe he would finally get it. Then he would understand.
Heâd never been this agitated with her. âI donât though. Itâs like you say the same thing every time, and you always say I understand, and I never do,â he rambled, and even though he saw her lips part as if she had something to say, he didnât stop. âI donât understand why you canât just tell me what this is all about? Why are you here? Why can you never give me a straight answer? I want to know you. Not even know your nameâjust know you. You make me crazy and I hate how much I love it. I hate how I look forward to this every month even though you always leave me more confused. You say things that make me think maybe you want me to know you too, but you never let me truly get there.â She had a surprised look on her face, not even at the words, just the fact he was still going and didnât show signs of stopping. âI mean youâre beautiful and soft-spoken and challenging and completely aggravating and yet I wait- every single month, I wait. I wait for you, just to hope to get a little more information about you, know a little more about you, and I never do. Ya know why? Because youâre so stuck on this idea that I need to fix myself. Well, maybe if you stopped being so mysterious and got to know me, youâd see that I donât need fixing⊠I need to know you. Thatâs what I need, and for how much you act like you care about me, you clearly donât because youâre driving me insane. And Iâm tired of you being behind every single one of my thoughts knowing I canât have you around. Now you just come to me, out of nowhere, twice in the same month, give me more riddles to solve and just expect me to understand? I donât. So, please- please just give it to me straight.â He inhaled dramatically to catch up on all the breath heâd usedâall the things heâd wanted to say and never did.
âWow,â she breathed out. Her eyes had a shine to them, like she was ready to cry, but she didnât speakâdidnât even look like she was planning toâbut he wasnât going to speak first, not after that. He wasnât letting her off the hook this time. He waited.
Her eyes widened when she realized he was waiting for an answer. Everything he said was understandable, but she really had no control over thisâit was buried too deep, even for her. She hated that she couldnât give him what he wanted, but it wasnât her. It was him. He couldnât give him what he wanted. He just didnât see that yet.
âIâm sorry,â she whispered, voice cracking ever so slightly from holding back her emotions. âYou have to think about who youâre supposed to be, Gryff. What could I symbolize that relates to the person youâre supposed to be? What are you hiding? You may not think you need fixing, and maybe you donât⊠but clearly part of you is struggling, and Iâm sorry I canât help you any more. Iâm trying, but youâve done quite the job of burying this part of you.â
And with that, she had vanished, and Gryff jolted awake, just like every other time sheâd been in his dreams. Even with how defeated he felt, he grabbed his journal, writing basically everything. This dream was so much easier to remember, it felt much more realâlike they had just had their first real conversation.Â
He couldnât sleep now. There was something in him that knew he could figure this out if he tried hard enough, and he was determined to get to the bottom of this⊠right now. He flipped back through the first pages of his journal. You have to think about who youâre supposed to be⊠he sighed, looking out the window into the dark night. Who was he supposed to be?
Then out of nowhereâlike a brick had just been thrown at his headâhe realized. How could he have been so stupid? It was right there the whole time.Â
Music.Â
She came to him more than once this month because itâs his last month. His job starts in June and⊠and heâs not supposed to be in finance. Heâs supposed to make music.
Okay, but what does she have to do with that? He flipped back through pages hurriedly, looking for something- anything that tied her to music.
Bingo.
August 7th 2023
She had a pretty music note necklace on. Never seen it before.
There was more to the entry, but he didnât need it. This was it. This was the only entry where sheâd had that necklace onâat least that he had remembered long enough to write down⊠August 7th August 7th August 7th⊠what the heck was August 7th?! He ran a hand through his hair, racking his brain for the significance.Â
Wait- August⊠sevenTEENTH. That was the first day of classes for the arts program heâd been accepted into, but his application year was in 2022âŠÂ
Okay, so she first appeared June 7th 2023 even though his application was a year earlier. She was wearing a music necklace in August and sheâs been following him all throughout college⊠His mind was on overdrive right now, he was thinking over every possible explanationâwhich truthfully, wasnât much because he was totally confused on how all of this aligned. UnlessâŠ
Sheâs been telling him this whole time to focus on himself, rather than her, but focusing on her has to be the answer. He would have gone into that program in August of 2022. He would have been 18 years old at the time. Maybe she was also starting, but in 2023⊠Then sheâd be about a year younger, and maybe she didnât appear because it was the one year anniversary of him rejecting his dream program, maybe it was signifying the start of hersâŠ
They were supposed to be in the same program⊠He was supposed to be there because sheâs there now.Â
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man, i wonder what you think is gonna go down⊠you send him another poem and think that heâll let me go?
wow.
she was on dangerous ground now.
the light from your boyfriendâs phone put a spotlight on your annoyed expression. he sat next to you on your shared couch, looking at you in a humorous disbelief. his tongue prodded the side of his cheek, shaking his head slowly as he waited for your response.
another poem? that was like the third one in two weeks⊠she was getting embarrassing at this point. not to mention the almost dozen calls alongside these cringey poems⊠they werenât even romantic? was this supposed to make him wanna leave?
sheâd already attempted everything you could think to do when trying to break people up: posting pics in his old clothes he didnât bother picking up after the breakup, calling and messaging relentlessly, attempting time and time again to follow your boyfriend on any available social media account, even orchestrating a ârandom bump-inâ at your guysâ bar. she was crossing every line, blatantly ignoring every boundary and hint, and doing it confidently? was she not embarrassed? did she have no shame? it was all wayyy beyond you.
your boyfriendâs ex was everything but welcome, butâno matter how many times he had made that clearâshe just kept coming at him. she didnât follow either of you, but her name was always in your âviewed your profileâ tab. and no matter how many pictures the two of you posted togetherâyou being your boyfriendâs entire feedâshe just couldnât accept it⊠too caught up on the fact that they were âsoulmatesâ. blech! please.
it had become a form of entertainment for the two of you, and it happened so often that you guys no longer needed movie nights. even though you were incredibly secure in your relationship, and your boyfriend had already said heâd block her, you almost couldnât help but wait for her message. the small pang of jealousy she gave you brought this weird confidence out of you, and you kind of thrived on it. it made you do things you wouldnât do even if you were drunk. things youâd only do when you were pissed.
instead of ignoring her for the millionth time, you decided to do something much bolder than usual. this wasnât an indirect photo dump, or instagram storyâthis was personal.
âi have an idea.â a mischievous grin spread across your face as you quickly turned to face your boyfriend. and even though his eyes narrowed, a smirk quickly took place on his face, nodding slightly before even knowing what you were up to.
perfectly enough, you were already wearing a lower cut tanktop. you positioned yourself between your boyfriendâs legs, situating your top before instructing him. âgrab my boobs.â
âwhat?â the word came out in a breathless laughânot that he wasnât gonna do it anyway, just a little confused more than anything. you turned your head slowly to face him, putting on a sultry look you knew he couldnât resist and definitely wouldnât question. âjust do it.â
he folded, of course, shaking his head in amusement as he placed his hands on your chest. they were so big, it almost defeated the whole purpose of the picture, but it didnât matter. to you? the size difference was hot. âdonât be shy.â you teased, opening your camera and bringing the phone up enough to get both of you in the frame. your boyfriend didnât speak, or ask any questions. he knew better.
he squeezed enough to have a firm grasp, his thumbs finding their place on your skin while the rest of his hand was overtop of your shirt. he rubbed his thumbs against your skin, the warmth making you shiver just a bit. no matter how many times he touched you, it always made you blush like a teenager whose hallway crush noticed her for the first time. you loved it. absolutely loved the way he made you feelâmaybe it did make sense why she was hanging on so hard⊠oh well!
"like that baby?â he breathed out quietly against your neck, and it felt like your body was on fire. his lips gently brushed against your skin when he spoke, and if you werenât so pissed right now youâd definitely be jumping his bones⊠later.
"yeah, âs perfectâ you exhaled the words out like you couldnât focus on getting more oxygen in. you honed back in and steadied the phone in your hands. â3⊠2⊠1-â just as you snapped the picture, your boyfriend squeezed even more, resulting in a squeal from you. bringing the phone back down to look at the picture, he rested his chin on your shoulder to view it, hands still resting on your chest.
you had some form of excitement on your face, mouth open from squealing, but it looked more like you were having fun. meanwhile, your boyfriend had opted to stick his tongue out like he was ready to eat youâwhich he was⊠later. it was perfect for her.
you navigated to dms and clicked on her profile. âwait, what?â this time, a genuine shock rattled his voice.
âjust trust me.â you smiled back, anything but kind. he finally let his hands fall from your chest to raise them in surrender, falling against the back of the couch before settling his grasp on your hips while you did your thing. you attached the picture, adding a little message for her:
y/bf: let me be direct. just stop. youâre being fucking weird! [1 attachment]
instantly read. of courseâŠ
3 dots blinked back at youâblink, blink, blink, then gone. you couldnât help but smile proudly, turning to show your boyfriend his phone. 3 dots blinked again as he sat up to observeâblink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, then gone again.
âthat make you feel good babe?â he couldnât help but snicker before planting a kiss on your cheek.
âmaybe a littleâŠâ you responded with evident pride in your voice. you moved to sit on his thighs rather than between them, slinging your empty arm around his neck, but keeping your eyes on the phone. he adjusted his arms to hold your waist, rubbing aimless circles on the small sliver of skin exposed at the bottom of your shirt. even though you were stuck on his phone, he was stuck on you. he stared at you like you were his lifelineâall hooded eyes and slightly parted lips until he darted his tongue out to lick them, switching his gaze between your eyes, then down to your lips, up to your hair, rinse and repeat. the looks made your heart skip multiple beats, even when you didnât see him looking, you could feel it.
the 3 dots came backâblink, blink, thenâŠ
your boyfriend didnât move his attention from youâeven after noticing your surprised expressionâuntil you nudged his chest, drawing his gaze to his phone.
ex: fine.
your cheeky smirk couldnât be missed and your boyfriend let out an amused huff at your gratification. âgood.â he stated simply, moving his face into your neck to press soft kisses against your skin. you looked at the screen once more before tossing his phone to the side. your head fell back from the sensation of his lips on you, a small moan pushing past your lips before you muttered, âit goes my way now.â
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a summer drink will save you & a summer fruit will save you & a glass of water will kiss you silly
EVERYTHING I OWN JUST FEELS LIKE OURS...
AND ITS TOO HARD TO DESCRIBE THIS
IN A WAY THAT FEELS HONEST
BUT EVEN WHEN I'M QUIET
I LOVE YOU, BABY, I PROMISE
AND I HOPE I NEVER SEE WHAT YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE GOIN'
A FACE I SWEAR THAT I COULD SPEND MY WHOLE LIFE KNOWIN'
SO HERES... TO HOPING
