#owwww my heart..

[tbhshaped]

it's the same look

[lesbiheon]

🥔💈💕

[clairedelune-13]

You think Good Omens 2 ending was crushing? I’ve never fully recovered from 10’s regeneration.

So, when Crowley’s face was all:

I was having PTSD flashbacks to this:

[eggonthemoon]

Okay….ow

Vivinos why??

[scarysanctuary]

"Bridget you're a widow--"

[X]

[eclipsedoodler]

Haha thanks Martyn for this sorrow :,)

Context

[ghoullessgoblins]

☹️ I made loving you ☹️☹️☹️ a blood sport ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ I made ☹️ loving you☹️☹️☹️☹️ a blood sport☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

━━ ✧✧ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋? ✧✧ ━━

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐒 … 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. It is bleeding all the time. Sometimes it's a gentle, almost unnoticeable trickle. Other times, it drips from your display and floods onto the carpet. It frequently needs to be dealt with- wounds that never seem to heal must be resutured and rebandaged. No one is sure where exactly the blood is coming from... but it does not seem to be of short supply. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐘. Every twitch sends another rocket of white hot pain through you. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. You assumed incorrectly.

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[reminiscentrainclouds]

Watching the last season of The Dragon Prince with my brother and I've already cried at least 3 times. We're only on episode 2.

[smallishbabes]

Techno’s text messages from Tommy’s video got me ;____;

[thebirdandhersong]

shoot me

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

guys I think I broke jeremiah

In reality, he doesn’t know if he’ll be back soon, or what it means to be back in a place that feels uninhabitable. Once, his apartment was a glitzy haven, beating like a warm body, dancing like a man. Now, as he fluffs his couch cushions and tosses an old Tupperware of lentil curry into the trash, he understands something’s shifted. Biyu understood exactly what when he’d called her to tell her he’d be leaving for a while but didn’t need to specify. “A little change is good,” she said, the phone clearly pressed up to her ear. Something fried in the background, the popping oil obscuring her voice. “Call me when you’re home. And unplug your appliances,” the latter of which he does now.

What he doesn’t do is tidy his bed. He’s been sleeping on the couch since late September, anyway. He knows what’ll happen if he scoots under that comforter again, if he counts the catamarans on the sheets like he used to while someone else coiled his hair, touched him like he was silk. How one second under would drag him back to fresh ground cinnamon. A freckled shoulder. Every lyric of Wham Rap! A laugh like rustling windchimes. A body there next to him. A body to memorize.

Before he goes, he shuts his bedroom door. By the time he gets back, he might forget what used to happen there.

[soilandsketches]

rewatching good omens and finished season one!

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

I am in agony. My boy is crying. Someone needs to hug Moon after this episode. I volunteer as tribute.

[acourtofquestions]

CROWN OF MIDNIGHT DID NOT JUST FLEABAG ME AGAIN

“I love you — I’m sorry.” — “I love you — It’ll pass.”

JUST STAB ME WHY DON’T YOU

[dreamycloud]

everything’s changed but nothing’s new