#Gracie Abrams

[crossedmythoughtlessheart]

good riddance gracie abrams tour i miss you i'm sorry </3

let’s have a moment of silence for all the concerts we missed because we became a fan too late

[amxritt]

Stay

Rafe Cameron x f!reader

Summary: inspired by Stay by Gracie Abrams

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: angst (lots of it), brief mentions of addiction, uhh more probably idk

“You told me something when I left but I don’t remember. Maybe ‘cause all I could do then was stare at the floor”

The fight had been brewing for weeks. Rafe had been spiraling—late nights, glazed eyes, erratic moods. Y/n felt the weight of it all pressing down on her. She had known something was wrong, had seen the signs, but she had hoped he’d stop before things got this bad.

Now, they stood in his bedroom, the air thick with tension. Rafe paced back and forth like a caged animal, his voice rising with frustration. He shouted about how she didn’t understand, how this wasn’t her problem to fix. Y/n flinched at the sharpness in his tone, staying rooted to the edge of his bed, her gaze fixed firmly on the carpet beneath her feet.

She hated when he yelled. Wrapping her arms around herself, she tried to shield herself from the storm brewing inside him.

“You don’t get it, Y/n,” Rafe spat, his voice breaking. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. This is my life.”

“And I care about it!” she shot back, finally looking up. Her voice wavered, but her resolve didn’t. “I care about you, Rafe. But I can’t keep watching you destroy yourself.”

He froze mid-step, his back to her. For a moment, she thought he might actually listen. But then he shook his head, muttering something under his breath she couldn’t quite catch.

Y/n exhaled shakily, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to scream at him, shake him until he understood how much this was breaking her. But all she could do was sit there, staring at the floor as the words she wanted to say died in her throat.

“I held myself ‘cause you wouldn’t, all wrapped in my sweatshirt Wonder if you even noticed that that one was yours”

The room was chilly despite the summer heat outside. The Camerons always kept the AC cranked up, and the breeze from the window only made it worse. Y/n pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around them. She was wearing a hoodie—one of Rafe’s, though she doubted he’d noticed.

He had given it to her back when they were sophomores, one night after a bonfire when she’d forgotten to bring a jacket. She’d meant to return it, but somehow it had become hers. Rafe never seemed to mind; he used to say it looked better on her anyway.

Now, as she sat there clutching the fabric like a lifeline, she wondered if he even remembered that it was his. Probably not. Not with how high he was right now. His eyes were glassy, his movements erratic. He didn’t seem to notice much of anything anymore.

“And maybe I should’ve, but I never told you, ‘I’m sorry.’ Know that I tried, but my words always got in the way.”

That night was the breaking point. Y/n had stood in his doorway, tears streaming down her face as she told him she couldn’t do this anymore.

“I can’t watch you hurt yourself, Rafe,” she had said, her voice cracking. “I love you too much to stand by and do nothing. But I can’t save you. You have to want to save yourself.”

He didn’t say anything. He just stood there, his jaw clenched, his hands curled into fists at his sides. She waited for him to stop her, to say something—anything—that would make her stay. But he didn’t.

As she turned to leave, he muttered something under his breath. She couldn’t hear it over the pounding in her ears.

Now, months later, she replayed that night over and over in her head. She wished she had stayed longer, had said something different. She wished she had told him she was sorry—for leaving, for not being enough to make him stop. But the words never came out right, no matter how many times she rehearsed them in her head.

“Could you hold me without any talking? We could try to go back where we started ”

Y/n’s day had been hell. Her parents had been on her case all morning, snapping at her for things that weren’t even her fault. By the time they told her to “go stay at a friend’s house” for the night, she felt like she was about to break.

Typically, when stuff like this happened, she just went to Rafe’s, but she hadn’t talked to him since that night a few months ago.

She ended up at the beach—their beach. It was a quiet, secluded spot they had discovered years ago. It had always been their escape, their sanctuary. Now it was just another place that reminded her of him.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, she pulled out her phone and stared at his name in her contacts. She shouldn’t call him. She knew that. But the weight of the day was too much to carry alone.

She had called him a few times since that night, and each time he picked up right away and stayed on the line, even though she would never actually talk to him. She just needed to hear his breathing. She needed to know he hadn’t overdosed, that he was okay.

Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before she pressed call.

He picked up on the first ring.

“Y/n?” His voice was rough, but there was a softness to it that made her chest ache.

She didn’t say anything for a moment, struggling to find the words. Finally, she whispered, “Can I come over?”

“I don’t even have to stay”

Rafe didn’t say anything when she showed up at his door, just stepped aside to let her in.

They didn’t talk as she changed into one of his t-shirts and climbed into bed beside him. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over hers, before she turned to him and whispered, “Can you just hold me?”

He nodded, pulling her close. She felt the tension in his body slowly melt away as they lay there in the dark, their breathing syncing.

“Don’t worry, I won’t stay,” Y/n whispered, breaking the silence.

“It’s okay if you do,” Rafe whispered, but Y/n cut him off, “I won’t.”

For a little while, it felt like nothing had changed. Like they were still the kids who spent their summers on the beach, dreaming about a future that didn’t seem so far away.

But morning always came too soon.

When Rafe woke up, she was gone. Her side of the bed was cold, her clothes neatly folded at the foot of his bed.

“I don’t remember the last time I heard from your sister, Didn’t expect to, but I sorta thought that I would.”

Y/n had always been close to Wheezie, even when she and Rafe were arguing. They spent countless days together shopping, watching movies, having spa nights, and talking about everything and nothing. She was like the little sister Y/n always wanted.

Rafe would sometimes barge in, rolling his eyes at whatever ridiculous movie they were watching, but Y/n would catch the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Those nights felt safe. Whole.

After Y/n left, she half-expected Wheezie to text her, to ask if she was okay or if they could still hang out like they used to. But weeks turned into months, and the silence stretched out between them.

Y/n thought about reaching out herself, but every time she opened her phone, the weight of what had happened with Rafe stopped her. What would she even say? That she missed her? That she wasn’t sure if she could face Rafe’s family without falling apart?

Sometimes, she’d scroll through old photos of them together, her heart aching for the easy sister-like bond they had. Wheezie’s smile stared back at her from the screen—bright, carefree, and untouched by the storm that had torn everything apart.

“Wish I could tell you by now that i felt more indifferent”

Y/n sat with her knees to her chest on the beach, their beach—the one where they had spent countless evenings watching the sun melt into the ocean. The waves stretched out before her, their rhythmic crash and retreat, a cruel reminder of the ebb and flow of her relationship with Rafe.

She always knew walking away would be hard, but she thought she’d feel more indifferent by now, that the ache in her chest would dull over time. Instead, every day felt like a battle against memories that refused to stay buried.

She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, trying to ground herself. But the moment she did, images of Rafe flooded her mind: his lopsided grin when he teased her, the way his hand lingered on hers, the quiet moments when his walls came down, and he let her see the man he could be.

“Why can’t I let you go?” she whispered, her voice trembling. The wind carried her words out to the sea, where they dissolved like everything else she’d tried to hold onto.

A seagull called overhead, snapping her back to the present. She ran her fingers through the sand, letting the grains slip through them. She wanted to feel indifferent. She needed to feel indifferent. But how do you stop caring about someone who was your whole world? She would give anything to have him back, but not until he quit the drugs.

“Catch myself thinking about you more than I should”

Y/n stood in line at the coffee shop, waiting for her order, when a man with Rafe’s build walked through the door. Her breath caught, her heart skipping a beat before logic kicked in. It wasn’t him.

But for those few seconds, her mind betrayed her, painting a picture of what it would be like if it were him. Would he smile at her? Would his eyes light up the way they used to when they saw her? Or would he look past her, as if the memories they shared were as distant to him as they were vivid to her?

Even in moments like this, she caught herself thinking about him. She wondered what he was doing now, if he was happy, if he ever thought about her too. It had been months since they’d spoken, and yet he was still there, lingering in the corners of her mind.

“And maybe I should’ve but I never told you I miss you I almost said it but don’t know if you feel the same.”

The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzzed as Y/n walked down the produce aisle, her list in hand. She was focused on selecting the ripest lemons, reaching on her tiptoes to get them off the top shelf, when a familiar hand reached past hers and plucked one off the shelf.

She looked up, and her heart stopped. It was Rafe.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. His presence was like a punch to the gut—familiar and painful all at once. He looked healthier, steadier, but his eyes still held that same quiet sadness she knew too well.

“Hey,” he said softly.

Y/n swallowed hard, her mind racing. She wanted to say something, to bridge the gap between them. I miss you, she thought. The words sat on the tip of her tongue, heavy and unspoken.

Instead, she managed a weak smile. “Hey.”

They stood there, awkward and unsure. She wanted to ask how he’d been, if he was happy, if he ever thought about her. But the fear of what his answers might be kept her silent.

As he walked away, her heart ached with all the things she wished she had said. He was respecting the boundaries she had set, and she was grateful for that, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what she could’ve said. Maybe I should’ve told him. Maybe it would’ve changed something. Or maybe it wouldn’t have mattered at all.

“Could you hold me without any talking? We could try to go back where we started I don't even have to stay”

Y/n sat cross-legged on her bed, absently scrolling through her phone when it buzzed. Rafe’s name lit up the screen.

She wasn’t expecting it, but her thumb hovered for only a moment before she answered. “Rafe?” she said softly.

The line was silent except for the sound of his uneven breathing. Her heart sank. “Rafe, are you okay?” she asked, her voice tight with worry.

Finally, he spoke, his voice strained and shaky. “I…I need your help.”

Y/n sat up straight, her pulse quickening. “Where are you?”

A pause followed before he replied, “I’m at Topper’s.” His words were slurred, and she could tell he’d been drinking. “Listen, Y/n/n, you… you don’t have to do this.”

“Rafe, it’s fine. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

She didn’t hesitate. Throwing on her shoes and grabbing her keys, she was out the door.

When she arrived, Rafe sat slouched on the front porch, his head in his hands. As she pulled up, he stood slowly and made his way to the car. Sliding into the passenger seat, he looked at her with tired, bloodshot eyes.

“Thank you… for coming,” he muttered.

“Of course,” Y/n said softly. “You called.”

Her voice was calm, steady—exactly what he needed. Rafe didn’t respond, but the corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile.

The drive back to Tannyhill was silent. When they arrived, Rafe hesitated before opening the car door.

“Can you… come in?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, I can.”

Inside, as he opened his bedroom door, she noticed his hands—bruised, scratched, and swollen knuckles.

“Rafe!” she gasped, reaching for his hand. Her heart raced as they touched. She hadn’t felt his touch in so long. “What happened?”

He pulled his hand back, avoiding her gaze. “It’s nothing. Just… got into a little disagreement,” he mumbled, dropping his keys on the dresser.

“Rafe…” she began, her tone firm, but she stopped when she saw the exhaustion in his eyes. “Here, let me clean it up.”

In the bathroom, she sat him down on the closed toilet seat and retrieved the first aid kit. Quietly, she began tending to his cuts.

He didn’t flinch when she dabbed rubbing alcohol on the wounds, but she noticed the way his jaw tightened. Neither of them spoke as she worked, her touch gentle and precise.

When she finished, she stood and said, “Go get in bed. I’ll clean this up and be right there.”

By the time she returned to his room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders slouched. He glanced at her as she walked in, shifting to make space for her beside him.

Y/n slid into bed, and they lay there in the dark, the faint hum of the air conditioning the only sound. Rafe wrapped his arms around her, holding her like she was his anchor to the world. She held him just as tightly, resting her head against his chest.

No words were spoken. None were needed.

“If I woke up with you in the morning I’d forget all the ways that we’re broken I don’t care if you’ve changed, I don’t even have to stay”

Morning light filtered through the blinds, painting golden streaks across the room. Y/n woke slowly, her senses adjusting to the warmth of Rafe’s arms wrapped around her. For a moment, she forgot the heartbreak, the arguments, and the nights spent crying herself to sleep.

She stayed still, savoring the rare peace. His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling against her back. It felt like old times, like they were still those carefree kids.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. She brewed coffee, cooked eggs, and relished the grounding normalcy of it all.

When she returned with a tray of food and Advil, Rafe was awake, propped up on one elbow, watching her with an expression she couldn’t quite read.

“I thought you’d left,” he said, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

She set the tray down and sat beside him. “I just wanted to make sure you had food and Advil,” she said softly.

“Thank you.” He reached out and took her hand, his touch hesitant. “Look, Y/n, I-I know you said you wouldn’t…” His voice faltered, as if the words were too heavy. “Until I… Until I stopped. But do you ever think we could—”

“Don’t,” she cut him off gently, her voice steady. It hurt to see him like this, a shadow of the confident man she remembered. “Rafe… I meant what I said. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be here for you. Even if you haven’t gotten better yet… I’ll still be here when you need me.”

Her voice trailed off, and he nodded, understanding despite the hurt. For now, they had this moment—fleeting, imperfect, but theirs.

She didn’t stay much longer, not wanting to overstep. As she walked to the door, Rafe stopped her. “Will you ever stop leaving?”

Turning to face him, she gave a sad, genuine smile. “I’ll stop leaving when you get better, Rafe. I promise.”

With that, she walked out of the Cameron house. Leaving him was never easy, but she knew it was the only way for him to heal.

Authors note: Long story for my first post, I hope you like it! I take requests but I'm not sure how to set that up yet so messages, comments, or whatever works if you want to send one in. I am tempted to make a part 2 to this, so if anyone is interested lmk!

[sunnysconfusion]

whole song me

[wineonmytshirt]

two augusts ago...

[lingerieandless]

Is feeling herself today

GRACIE  ABRAMS for  ‘  vogue  ’  .

[abrunettebombshell]

I’m just me, and I’m charming and lovable, lovely, funny, kind and sweet. And I’m so sorry for anyone that’s ever had me in their life and wasted such a person. I’m so done acting as if I’m not such a powerful being and a huge deal!!

[mymoonlinght-blog]

“Stolen Glances”

Gracie Abrams x reader

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Gracie Abrams was halfway through her sold-out The Secret of Us tour, captivating audiences every night with her hauntingly beautiful lyrics and heartfelt performances. But for Y/N, her lead guitarist, every show was more than just a performance — it was a front-row seat to watching the woman she loved in her element.

Their relationship was a secret. Not because they were ashamed or uncertain, but because the world could be a noisy place, and their love was something quiet, intimate, and sacred. Still, keeping it hidden wasn’t easy.

Especially for Gracie.

During a performance of “Where Do We Go Now?” one night, she couldn’t help herself. Her eyes drifted toward Y/N, who was playing effortlessly beside her. The way Y/N swayed with the music, her fingers gliding across the strings, made Gracie’s heart skip a beat. When she sang the lyric, “I don’t wanna fight, but I’m losing my mind,” her gaze lingered just a second too long.

Y/N noticed. She always noticed.

Backstage after the set, Y/N leaned against the wall of Gracie’s dressing room with her arms crossed, a playful smirk on her face. “So,” she started, “you’re really not subtle, you know that?”

Gracie turned from the mirror where she was taking off her earrings. “What are you talking about?” she said, feigning innocence.

Y/N stepped closer, her smirk growing. “Don’t play coy, Abrams. You were looking at me during ‘Where Do We Go Now?’ Like, really looking.”

Gracie blushed, biting her lip to hide a smile. “I was just… making sure you didn’t miss your cue.”

Y/N laughed softly and reached out, tucking a strand of Gracie’s hair behind her ear. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Gracie finally gave in, her eyes meeting Y/N’s. “Fine. Maybe I was looking.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Maybe?”

“Okay, definitely,” Gracie admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But it’s not my fault you’re impossible not to look at. You’re just… really distracting.”

Y/N’s teasing expression softened, and she stepped even closer, her hand resting lightly on Gracie’s arm. “You’re the one who’s distracting, you know. Do you have any idea how hard it is to focus when you’re out there, singing your heart out and looking so—”

“So what?” Gracie asked, her voice barely audible as her breath hitched.

Y/N’s gaze flickered to her lips for a moment before returning to her eyes. “So beautiful.”

Gracie let out a shaky laugh. “You’re not exactly helping me keep this a secret.”

Y/N smiled and leaned in, her forehead resting gently against Gracie’s. “Then stop trying so hard to keep it one.”

Gracie sighed, her hands instinctively finding Y/N’s waist. “You know why we can’t. Not yet.”

“I know,” Y/N murmured. “But it’s getting harder, isn’t it?”

Gracie nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

For a moment, they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other despite the chaos of the tour surrounding them. Y/N finally broke the silence with a soft chuckle. “If the fans haven’t figured it out by now, they’re going to after tonight. You were practically singing to me out there.”

Gracie smiled, her cheeks flushed. “Maybe I was.”

Y/N tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh, so you admit it now?”

“Fine, yes,” Gracie said, laughing. “I was singing to you. Happy?”

“Very,” Y/N replied, her voice low as she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Gracie’s forehead. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t care if they figure it out. As long as I get to have you.”

Gracie’s heart swelled at her words. She leaned up to kiss Y/N softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she pulled away. “You already do.”

Later that night, the fans were buzzing online again. Videos of Gracie’s lingering glances and the way Y/N smiled back were circulating on TikTok with captions like:

• “I swear she’s singing to her guitarist here!”

• “Y/N’s grin after that solo? They’re so obvious.”

Gracie scrolled through the posts in her hotel room, shaking her head with a smile. Y/N came up behind her, wrapping her arms around Gracie’s waist and resting her chin on her shoulder. “Let me guess,” Y/N said, glancing at the screen. “They’re onto us?”

“Maybe a little,” Gracie replied, leaning into her.

Y/N kissed her cheek. “Good. Let them know what it’s like to love a genius like you.”

Gracie turned in her arms, her smile shy but radiant. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” Y/N teased.

Gracie nodded, her hands playing with the hem of Y/N’s shirt. “I do.”

[janinegregory]

Wish I were heavier now, I'm floating outside my body

[eternally-ari]

Following back for the next couple of hours :)

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM "THE SECRET OF US" BY GRACIE ABRAMS *  assorted lines from the album, some slightly reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

i felt good about you until i didn't.

you got what you demanded.

i can't believe the way we landed.

we were fighting more than laughing.

they tried to stop me wanting you.

i was never meant to listen.

i felt good about you.

you felt nice for a bad decision.

you really got me thinking.

look at me now.

you said i wouldn't do it.

it didn't work out.

i'm not proud.

guess i'm just scared of you shooting it down.

you can talk.

you could be bad.

i wanna find out.

i feel like i could die 'cause you're not here.

it doesn't feel right.

god, i'm actually invested.

isn't it fun thinking i'm right when i'm probably wrong?

you'll be my favorite mistake.

i wish you could hold me.

why aren't you here in my bedroom?

it's hopelessly boring without you.

it's too soon to tell you "i love you."

i think i really want this. i'm not even kidding.

it didn't hurt.

i still hate the image of you kissing her.

it's all for the better.

is she prettier than she was on the internet?

are your conversations cool?

are you even interested?

i know what you are.

tell me if she takes you far.

they're just blowing smoke.

i'll say what they won't.

i know everything they don't.

i sleep alone. i'm completely fine.

you look stupid going out.

if she's got a pulse, she meets your standards.

i find your books pretentious now.

i was so impressed at your hotel.

i told the truth.

you didn't like it. you went home.

that's just the way life goes.

trust me, i know it's always about me.

as sick as it sounds, i loved you first.

i was a dick. it is what it is.

i tend to laugh whenever i'm sad.

what the hell was i doing?

do you miss us?

it felt like something holy.

i know. i'm a walking contradiction and it shows.

i've never craved someone's attention as much as yours.

here's to hoping you're worth all my time.

i let it happen.

it's the only thing that helps me sleep at night.

turn me into something tragic.

it's whatever, but i could die.

thank god that you're not seeing this.

i'll spare you from everything.

i hate when we fight.

i feel like i'm home.

that's just tough love.

i swear to god, i haven't thought of you in ages.

i heard that almost killed you.

i can't pretend that i'm sorry.

we could talk.

you had the wrong idea about me.

you were my worst time.

am i what you wanted?

i'm just so embarrassed now.

you got bored, and i felt used.

i sat and listened.

when did you slip through my fingers?

it's a normal thing to fall in love with movie stars.

the story you want is the story you get.

maybe that was the beginning of our love affair.

don't worry, i know i'll see you again.

now it all comes down to you.

i hope you're happy.

this isn't what you wanted.

i finally know better than to wait for you back there.

you're the saddest.

i swear that i'm not mad at you.

i was brave when i kissed you in london.

i burn for you.

you don't even know my name.

you could be mine tonight.

i'd give you everything.

just let me be close to you.

[so-juliaaaa]

Honestly, I think of lot of the songs in The Secret Of Us were jegulus coded.

For example Close To You could show Regulus feeling as if James was unattainable, as if James just saw him as his best friend's brother. It could also be flipped, James thinking that Regulus could never love him, that James was too close to Sirius for Regulus to ever consider him, that James doesnt deserve such a perfect human.

That's So True is a breakup song that explores the feelings after a breakup- jealousy, anger, sorrowfulness. It might show how Regulus feels about jily, the jealousy he feels whenever he sees them.

Packing It Up shows the lighter, more romantic side, meeting someone at a time when everything is just... a mess. Regulus doesn't have a very happy backstory, with his toxic family and estranged brother. This could show how he feels after meeting James, everything finally feels right.

But like I'm just a girl <3

This is so jegulus I'm gonna puke

"Jumping in the deep end, it's more fun to swim in, heard the risk is drowning but I'm gonna take it"

"Holding my breath like I met someone knowing damn well that I haven't been touched by you"

"Too soon to tell you 'I love you'"

[nighttime-thoughts]

I think about you a lot.

All the time, actually.

In the morning, at night,

in the middle of my day. It's you.

It's just always you.

[taylornation]

Tonight felt like a joke. 💛 It must seem like fate that our girls are singing (their Grammy nominated song “us.”) together, Toronto. 🍁

[gingernutsenthusiast]

right person, wrong time (variations on heartbreak)

@leemartenspoetry on tumblr

vita sackville-west & fegan’s 1924 café in dublin

everything everywhere all at once (2022)

@heavensghost on tumblr

i had to get out by indigo de souza

‘calling a wolf a wolf' by kaveh akbar

river by joni mitchell

‘english song’ in a little larger than the entire universe: selected poems by fernando pessoa

slumber by ron hicks

fish in exile by vi khi nao

penitent magdalene by antonio ciseri

@ojibwa on tumblr

this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & the awakening by angelo morbelli

as good as it gets by fizz

lonely this christmas by mud & picture of the christmas tree at trinity college dublin, taken by me in december of 2022

this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & picture by andrew collins via globalnews.ca

@inanotherunivrs on tumblr & a polaroid of me taken by my ex-boyfriend

‘in a dream you saw a way to survive’ by clementine von radics & a picture of my ex-boyfriend's window, taken by me

bluets by maggie nelson & the poolbeg generating station, dublin

‘unrequited’ by sasha m george & inheritance by matthew w. cornell

[unknown]

@ faraway on instagram & lavender sprigs farm cut by linda jacobus

the museum of heartbreak by meg leder

[unknown]

‘seaside improvisation’ by richard siken

@ dracarysgang on twitter

@-love-letters-i-never-sent

@fromdarzaitoleeza on tumblr

explosions by ellie goulding

‘i had a dream about you’ by richard siken

the beatrice letters by lemony snicket

la la land (2016)

‘catalog of unabashed gratitude’ by ross gay

@stuckinapril on tumblr

@deathlywounded on tumblr

some are always hungry by jihyun yun

‘speaking practice’ by franny choi

 a self-portrait in letters by anna sexton & a picture of my ex-boyfriend in a lake in Orfű, Hungary

@sunsbleeding on tumblr

‘there is no absolution for the fallen, only the dying’ by p.d

[deepmilkshakekitten]

The way this would def be canon??? Like this makes SO much sense 🥺

biana would love sabrina carpenter, sophie would love olivia rodrigo, linh would love gracie abrams and marella would love ariana grande

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