#im having heart palpitations

[spinchip]

They should invent a being obsessed with Zane Julien that doesn't physically hurt

[tedzyrotten]

THE SUMMONING DRUM AND PIANO SOLO?

[andro-dino]

Mr. and Mr. Alabaster

(this is me being cringe but free THIS IS ME BEING CRINGE BUT FREE)

true to my word, I am currently rewatching root rpg just bc I miss celgene alabaster. I was thinking a little bit too hard about him though and ended up making him a husband, so here's Sonny! he has existed for like two days and already he means the world to me.

they r,,,,, important to me. idk man i just like the idea of this big ol grumpy, shady badger guy having an adorable rabbit husband who he calls cute affectionate nicknames and they both adore each other. THEY MEAN A LOT TO ME. i have like so many thoughts about their dynamic but i can't articulate them into words so im just like hrnrnrnrnrnrnnrnrnr!!!!!!! im thinking about them so hard guys you dont understand they r taking over my brain i love them so much

i have more doodles i'd like to make of them but i guess only time will tell how many of those i'll actually be able to get down.

[worrynoodle]

Please be kind to yourselves tonight. You can't change the results by looking at them. You can't change them by worrying yourself sick. I know this is terrifying, but we aren't going to know the final results until probably tomorrow.

Try to breathe. Take some time to do some self care. Do something distracting. Try to get some sleep.

We'll figure it out.

[giyuulatte]

sometimes a fic is so well written it gets too overwhelming and you have to take a break from it

[tomdelongebignaturals]

the ushers here are all dressed so fancy this theatre is so fancy and he's gonna get on stage and talk about skyes vagina exploding

[birdhouse-inyour-soul]

I’ve been so obsessed with this photo.. PLEASEEE SIRR PLEASEEEEE

[television-overload]

Michael says they're getting ready to announce the Tiva spinoff title ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️

[thiagodasilva]

I’m losing my mind why can’t Barca ever have a nice and easy match

[bom-bombon]

FINALLY HE GETS SOME MINS

[ilovebeatingmywife]

has a song ever been so good you lose the ability to breathe or is that justme

[jadespams]

THIS WOMAN DOES NOT KNOW WHAT SHES DOING TO ME

[isforever]

’all I ask of you’ is actually so stolitz coded, in this essay I will -

[texas-bbq-pringles]

Friday was already a big day for annoying people (me) with barbcatchenheimer, and now hozier's releasing new music it's a huge day. i feel sorry for the people who know me.

[mythicalpoolnoodle]

WHY IS HE THROWING

I DONT KNOWWWWWWWWWW

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Swings

I don't like to dwell, but I'll be honest, sometimes I do. There are a handful of things that have happened during my time on Earth that I can't seem to shake. Here is one of them.

The last time we spoke, I remembered feeling rage towards him. Even over the phone I knew he was trashing his body and fading away. The slurred speech, repetitive and inconsistent thoughts. I knew he was the same, and it killed me.

We were so young when we met, yet we had such adult ways of living, and not the good kind. It's hard to remember exactly how we bonded, through trauma I'm sure, and that never ends well.

I spent countless nights sleeping under the thin blanket on his bed as he spoke every thought in his head. We always snuck me out of his house in time for his mother's alarm clock in the morning.

He always seemed to pop back up in my life unexpectedly as if the universe wanted me to look at him. And look at him I did, all of him. Maybe it's easier to say how I feel now after finally grieving him. I had held onto his memory for so many years it had become exhausting.

I rocked back and forth on my swing as he spoke every thought in his head, like he always did, and then he told me, "Sharon, you can do better." I was sure at the time he meant my husband because he then asked me to go for coffee, but now I wonder if he meant himself.

I believe that maybe I dwell on things until I feel as if I can see clearly. Looking back, he spent most of the conversation apologizing to me and telling me how great I was, I thought he was blowing smoke up my ass. The next day he texted "I'm sorry" to which I never responded, and he died shortly after.

I wasn't sure I wanted to share this on my blog because honestly, it's one of my greatest regrets. I spent over a decade loving a man and never telling him because I was mad at him. I was angry at how he lived his life, and how I lived my life alongside him. But honestly, the only person I punished was myself.

Source: Swings