#then they all get a house together bc I said so

[brucethegirl]

#she’s literal sunshine here#ugh. this scene is just so painful. bc killian’s hating himself and in pain and feeling guilty#and emma’s just happy that he’s BACK bc he died and she thought she’d never see him again. that he was gone#and even before that. their finally both themselves which hasn’t happened since season four but they’re together again#and she’s happy ab that but i think she also has to pretend to be happier bc he’s in pain and seeing him like that must terrify her#so she wants to heal him and have him back but she also has to know that he hates himself so she’s all smiles and love to show#that she doesn’t blame him for what happened and all she cares about is having him back#just. sunshine vs midnight rain. and god it’s painful <Notes from mccallhero

because I want to add that all of this yes. 100%.

Also, The fact that he's supposed to be (ACCORDING TO THE SCRIPT and when you know to look for it you can see it) looking at the crib. And the extra layer there. That they promised to look to their future moments before he died and everything went to hell an she turned to darkness and turned him into a dark one. but moments before that happened, he told her to not be afraid of their future, and she told him she wanted a future with him. And here is the crib that was meant for her, and her lost childhood, in the house he knows he picked out for them for their future. Like WHAT!?

And okay lets move on to the look he gives her when she says to come sit down so she can look at him. He tries to make a joke, she tries to make one back. They're both so raw and this is the first time they're alone together. And the weight of the last couple months is weighing so heavy. Everything said and done and all the cruel words he said WANTING TO HURT HER. Her IGNORING what he wanted. All of it weighing in that one look. But notice he says "You sure you want to?" Before THEN making his joke.

I have NO DOUBT that the joke was an after thought. "you sure you want to?" You sure you want to be with me, alone with me, with me at all. How can you stomach looking at me after what I did and said. He condemned her family, he condemned HENRY. All because he knew he wasn't strong enough to deny the darkness, which itself meant he was condemning her future without him, even if he was happy she had one. "You sure you want to?" and then the camera jumps to her reaction. She takes a breath in, she straightens. She heard it too. That's when he makes the joke and she sighs (excuse me their acting is another fucking level) and then smirks at his jokes. If he's got jokes he'll be fine. I think its why when he snaps and doesn't kiss her after she heals him its so shocking to her.

But before that, she gets him on the sofa and sits next to him, she's all smiles. He's here, he's safe, they're going to escape. They're going to be together again. Insert everything from the prev tags.

365 days of captain swan :: day 225

[sturnsblogs]

July- C.S

Warnings- Cheating, Drinking, Pregnancy talk, Just a load of angst. be prepared to cry (:

I didn’t proofread bc i’m lazy.

You’ve been holding your breath for what feels like an eternity, counting to ten over every hurtful thing Chris says. The words hit you like daggers, but you swallow them down, forcing yourself to breathe even as they tear at the edges of your heart. His laughter rings out, hollow and careless, as he throws back another beer. You lay there in the dark, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, the cold sheets pressed tight against your skin.

Back then, it was different. You remember when everything felt so simple, so full of possibility. The world was bright when you were with Chris. You two would lie in bed, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. The future seemed so clear, so close. You’d laugh about ridiculous things—like naming your future kids after characters from your favorite shows, or planning your honeymoon to a place neither of you could afford, but you swore you’d make it happen somehow.

You used to talk about getting a little house together—nothing fancy, but it would be yours. You joked about getting a dog, one of those goofy mutts with too much energy, and picking up pizza every Friday night for your “date nights.” You both dreamed of the same things: a life where the two of you could escape the chaos, find peace in each other’s arms, build a future that felt real, that felt like love.

You remember how his eyes would light up when you talked about the future. It was like nothing could break the bond between you, like you had something that was untouchable. The way he’d smile, his voice low and soft, when he said things like, “Yeah, we’re gonna make it. We’ll do whatever it takes to make it work.”

But then everything started to change.

It wasn’t immediate. At first, it was small things—just a couple of beers on the weekends, nothing more. You’d laugh, teasing him about how much he hated the taste of alcohol, how you never thought you’d see him drink. But the casual drinking became more frequent. And then it wasn’t just beers; it was whiskey, and tequila, and whatever he could get his hands on. And somewhere between those drinks, he started to slip away. The future you had imagined, the plans you once made, started to fade, like memories that couldn’t hold on any longer.

It was a slow decline, one you didn’t see coming. One night, after a few too many drinks, he didn’t even come home. You stayed up, waiting for him, your phone lighting up with missed texts, calls that went unanswered. When he finally stumbled in hours later, his eyes were glassy, his words slurring together, but he didn’t apologize. Instead, he just sat down, numb to everything.

That night, you asked him, your voice shaking with the fear you didn’t want to admit, “Chris, what happened to us? We used to talk about the future, about everything we’d do together.”

He looked at you, but it was like he wasn’t really seeing you. His words were hollow, a far cry from the boy who once promised you the world.

“The future’s overrated,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair. “What’s the point in all that when everything just falls apart anyway?”

And that was the first time you realized he wasn’t the same person anymore. The person who dreamed with you, who looked at you like you were the answer to everything, was gone. Replaced by someone who’d buried himself in the bottom of a bottle, who didn’t want to fight for anything anymore. He wasn’t just losing himself; he was losing the love you had, too.

After that, it all spiraled faster than you could keep up with. Every time he drank, a little more of him disappeared. And the promises he made—the ones you both swore would last forever—faded with every drink he took, every day he chose alcohol over the future you’d once shared.

You tried to hold onto it. You tried to remind him of the dreams you used to have. You’d sit him down after one of his nights out, desperate to reach the boy who once was so full of hope.

“Chris, we had plans. You said we’d do this together,” you’d plead, eyes wide with the remnants of the love you were holding onto. “We promised. Remember?”

But his gaze was distant, almost empty. “That was before,” he would reply, his voice flat. “That was before life hit, before everything got complicated. It’s easier this way. Just leave it.”

You didn’t understand how someone who once looked at you like you were everything could suddenly be so cold, so distant. But as the days went on, you started to realize that maybe it wasn’t just the drinking. Maybe it was him. Maybe he’d always been this way, and you were just too blind to see it.

But even with all the signs, even with everything crumbling around you, you couldn’t walk away. You couldn’t leave him to drown in the mess he’d made of himself, even though you were drowning too. You thought if you stayed long enough, if you just kept fighting, maybe he’d find his way back to the person he used to be.

You still hold onto those memories. The future you dreamed of together. The laughter, the plans, the quiet moments where you swore nothing could tear you apart. But now, every time he comes home late, every time the alcohol drips from his words, it feels like that future was a lifetime ago.

And still, you stay. Because even though he’s not the man you fell in love with, you can’t seem to let go of the hope that maybe, just maybe, he’ll remember the boy who once promised you the world.

But every day, the distance between you grows wider, and you can’t help but wonder if you’re waiting for something that will never come.

It’s late again, and Chris has been gone for hours. You’re curled up in bed, your phone in your hand, staring at the screen like maybe he’ll text, maybe he’ll apologize, maybe he’ll come back to the person you both used to be.

But he doesn’t.

When the door finally creaks open, you don’t need to ask where he’s been. You can already smell the alcohol, the faint tang of weed lingering in the air. He’s been out—drinking, probably high. Your heart sinks, but you stay quiet. You’ve learned by now that no words will change anything.

He stumbles through the doorway, barely able to keep his balance, and you watch him with a heavy heart. He kicks off his shoes, throws his jacket carelessly onto the chair, and makes his way to the couch. The air between you is thick with unspoken words, with resentment, with hurt.

“Where were you?” you ask softly, though you already know the answer. You try to keep the edge out of your voice, try to keep the hurt from breaking through.

“Out,” he mutters, his voice thick and uneven. “What’s the big deal?”

You try to ignore the rising anger, the bitter taste of disappointment. But then you see it. You see the mark just below his jawline, faint but unmistakable. A lipstick stain.

You freeze, your breath catching in your throat. Your eyes lock onto the spot, your heart suddenly thudding painfully in your chest. It’s not immediately obvious—it’s not the kind of thing he would notice, not the kind of thing he’d care about. But it’s there. And in that moment, everything you thought you knew about him, everything you thought you had, starts to unravel.

Your voice shakes as you ask, “Who… who did that?”

He looks at you, barely processing the question. “What?” he asks, as if he didn’t even realize what you were referring to.

“Who kissed you?” you whisper, the words slipping out before you can stop them. You don’t want to ask it, but you can’t stop yourself. The thought claws at you, too painful to ignore.

He shrugs, a smug expression playing on his lips. “Some girl,” he says dismissively. “Don’t make it a big deal.”

“Some girl?” You scoff, the chest tightening. “Is that really what you’re going to say?”

He groans and throws his head back, eyes squinting like the world is too much for him right now. “Don’t make it a big deal, alright? I’m just having fun.”

“Fun?” You laugh bitterly, the sound full of disbelief. “This is what you call fun now? You can’t even look me in the eye. You just… you just keep getting worse.” Your voice starts to rise with each word, each realization cutting deeper than the last. “You don’t even care anymore. You’ve changed, Chris. You’ve completely changed.”

His face hardens, the drunken haze vanishing for a split second as he sits up, narrowing his eyes at you. “I’m still here, aren’t I?” His words are sharp, defensive. “I could be out with anyone, doing God knows what, but I’m here. With you.”

“With me?” You scoff, the anger bubbling over now. “You’re here, but you’re not really here. I’m just the one you come back to when you can’t find anyone else. You’re barely even present, Chris. You’ve checked out.”

“I’m just trying to live,” he spits, his voice bitter. “You think you’ve got it all figured out? I’m doing the best I can, alright?”

“You think this is the best you can do?” You laugh again, but this time, the sound is hollow, bitter. “You think this is the best you can offer me? I’ve been holding onto you, holding onto this lie, waiting for things to get better. But they’re never going to get better, are they?”

Chris stands up now, stumbling a bit as he faces you, his jaw clenched tight. “What the hell do you want from me? I’m doing the best I can! I’m trying to have fun. I’m trying to live my life. You’re the one who’s stuck in the past!”

You feel the anger, the frustration, the hurt welling up inside of you, but something else is rising too—something that’s been eating away at you for days, for weeks, that you’ve kept hidden for so long. It breaks through your chest, your voice trembling as you finally say it:

“I was pregnant, Chris.”

The words hang in the air, thick and heavy. His expression shifts, but not in the way you expect. At first, it’s just confusion. His brow furrows, and he opens his mouth as if to speak, but nothing comes out. You continue, unable to stop now that it’s out in the open.

“I was pregnant,” you repeat, the truth stinging with every syllable. “I was going to have your baby, Chris. But I couldn’t do it. Not with you like this. Not with you… not even caring. I couldn’t raise a kid in this mess.”

His face freezes, the words catching in his throat. It’s like you’ve hit him with something he wasn’t ready for, something that makes the air between you thick with tension. For a second, he just stands there, trying to process the confession, but it’s like he doesn’t know what to do with it.

“I—I didn’t know,” he stammers, his eyes searching yours, but you don’t know if it’s guilt, shame, or something else entirely. “You… you should have told me. We could have—”

“No, Chris.” You shake your head, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill over. “You don’t get it. I couldn’t tell you, because I knew you weren’t going to be there. I knew you’d leave me to do it alone. You’re so wrapped up in yourself that you didn’t even see what was happening.”

His eyes flicker with something—regret? Anger? You don’t know, but it only fuels your words further.

“I couldn’t raise a child with someone who doesn’t even care about me. And now, I’m here, still trying to make sense of everything, and you’re just getting worse. You’re turning into someone I don’t even know anymore, someone who would rather throw himself into a bottle than face the truth.”

You step back, the tears finally slipping down your face, as you breathe heavily, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on you. The broken promises. The wasted love. The future you’d dreamed of, now gone.

“I thought… I thought we were supposed to be a team,” you whisper, your voice shaky. “But now, I don’t even recognize you. And I don’t even recognize myself anymore.”

Chris stares at you, his face unreadable, and for a long moment, neither of you says anything. The silence stretches, suffocating and thick, until finally, Chris speaks, his voice low and strained.

“I… I didn’t know,” he repeats, his words barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know you felt like that. I didn’t know…”

“Yeah,” you interrupt, cutting him off, the hurt too much to bear. “Well, you didn’t care to know, did you?”

You stand there, staring at him, the weight of everything pressing down on you. His desperate eyes meet yours, filled with regret, filled with a hope he doesn’t deserve anymore. You feel it, the ache in your chest, the part of you that wants to reach out, to hold him, to tell him that it’s okay, that you can fix this, but you know it’s a lie. You can’t fix this. Not anymore.

Chris falls to his knees, his hands outstretched in front of you like a man begging for his life. “Please, baby. I love you. I’ll change. I’ll stop drinking, I’ll be the man you need. I swear, just don’t leave me.”

Your heart shatters, but your voice doesn’t waver. You don’t let the vulnerability show. You can’t. “You don’t get it, Chris. I’m not the person you knew anymore. I’ve been waiting for you to change, to see me, to be the man I thought you could be, but I can’t wait for that anymore. I can’t keep sacrificing myself, my future, for someone who’s too lost to care.”

He shakes his head, tears in his eyes now, his voice breaking. “I swear, I’ll fix it, I’ll fix everything. Please, just don’t leave me like this. I’m sorry. I need you.”

You swallow hard, the tears threatening to spill over, but you refuse to let them fall. This is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, but it’s the only thing left. “You don’t need me, Chris. You need a life that doesn’t include me in it. And I need a life that doesn’t revolve around waiting for you to wake up and realize what we had.”

He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands outstretched, his voice pleading, “Please, baby. I don’t want to lose you. I love you, and I love us. We can make it work. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right. Just give me a chance. Give us a chance.”

You feel your heart shatter into a thousand pieces, because a part of you—desperate for him to understand, for him to change—wants to believe him. Wants to fall into his arms and feel like everything could be okay again. But deep down, you know it’s too late for that. The man who had dreams with you, who promised you a future, has already left. He’s been gone for so long, and you’ve been holding onto a ghost, hoping he’d come back.

You take a step back, shaking your head, the weight of everything crashing down on you. “I can’t, Chris. I can’t go back to the way things were. You can’t just erase everything with a few words, a few promises. It doesn’t work like that. I wanted to be a family. I wanted us to build something together, but you’re not the person I thought you were. You’re not the person I need.”

He looks up at you from his knees, his eyes raw and desperate. “I’ll change. Please. I’ll stop drinking. I’ll be there for you. I swear on everything, I’ll be the man you need.”

Your voice cracks as you take another step back, the tears falling faster now. “You don’t get it. You don’t just change because you say you will. You’ve shown me who you are, and I… I’m not the same person anymore. I’m not the person who can wait for you to get better, Chris. I’m not the person who can live in this mess anymore. I deserve more than this. I deserve someone who’s here. Now. Not someone who’s pretending everything’s fine while the world falls apart.”

You turn to walk away, but he reaches out, grabbing your wrist desperately. “No, no, please. I can fix it. We can fix this. We can still be a family, please.” His voice cracks, and the desperation in it makes your chest tighten.

“Please, just give me one more chance. I’ll make it right. I swear, I will.” His grip on your wrist tightens, his eyes begging you to stay, to not leave him in the mess he’s created.

You pull your wrist away, shaking your head, the tears streaming down your face. “I can’t do this, Chris. I can’t keep waiting for someone who’s not here. I can’t be with someone who’s so lost, they can’t even see me anymore.”

You take a step back, and for a long moment, Chris just stares at you, his face crumpling in anguish. But the truth has already sunk in. You know you’ve made up your mind. He’s not going to change, and you can’t keep pretending that things will be different.

You give him one last, lingering look, your voice barely above a whisper, but full of finality. “You can pack your bags in the morning.”

His face falls, the words breaking him, but you don’t wait for him to speak. You don’t wait for him to beg, to plead any longer. You walk toward the stairs, each step heavy with the weight of the decision, but also with the relief that it’s finally over. You don’t look back as you reach the top of the stairs.

“Please,” you hear him whisper from below, his voice broken. “Don’t leave me. I love you.”

But you don’t respond. Instead, you close the door behind you, leaving him standing in the dark, the broken pieces of a life that no longer fits scattered around him.

And as you sit in the silence of your room, you know that, for the first time in a long while, you are finally free.

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[starcurtain]

I read your "PhaiDei isn't like other hoyo mlm pairs" posts and I'm so confused because I didn't see it in the main story. AT ALL. Like I'm the n⁰1 "please keep queerbaiting us hoyo, I understand there is censorship" and even then I only thought of them as friends?? I was literally playing through amphoreus and saying "omg they're besties :)" I don't know why this has happened. I have to rewatch the missions with the yaoi glasses on. What is wrong with me

My fav hoyo ship is xingyun and one thing they recently did is that they made Xingqiu explicitly blush because Chongyun was flattering him, which I found very cute and thought to bring up since you mentioned it in your post

I also have a personal problem with renheng because Dan heng has stated multiple times he wants to move on from his past and that he isn't the same person as dan feng (maybe he was, at first, but he certainly isn't now), but I also dislike it because enemies to lovers isn't my cup of tea and Blade left a terrible first impression regarding Dan Heng when I met him

Now that I think about it, maybe I didn't see PhaiDei when I played it for a similar reason I didn't see RenHeng (I was genuinely surprised they shipped them together bc they seem so toxic to me, and after reading a bit about it, I came to the conclusion of the last paragraph regarding that ship), and that is that I really want to smooch Phainon myself, maybe not as much as I want to smooch Dan Heng but... lol

Ha ha well wanting to keep the character for yourself mighttttt influence things, yes. 😂

As for not seeing Phaidei, may I ask what language audio you play in? I play in Chinese, but I was recently watching a friend stream in English and I was genuinely shocked at Mydei's voice acting. No hate to the voice actor at all, because I think he has a very fine voice, but I feel like the voice director must have told him to like... sound pissed all the time. I was genuinely so confused listening to the lines because the delivery in Chinese seems completelyyyyy different in many places, and it feels to me that English Mydei has a more aggressive vibe in a lot of scenes. Maybe this affected your read of the characters a bit, if you play in English?

Love me some Xingyun, very cute ship. I was surprised by them adding the blush in the recent event! I think they were able to "get away with it" so to speak because the Traveler was there too; they can use the Traveler as their plausible deniability. But that scene was definitely grade A+ Xingyun bait, for real for real. (And the scene where Xingqiu said he'd have to run away to Chongyun's house and stay for weeks. I was like, "Sir, that's called eloping" lmao).

I fully respect your opinion on Renheng; "you ruined my life and I'm not over it" is definitely not a dynamic for everyone. My opinion is the dead opposite though, funnily enough; I love Renheng! ...But I tried to care about Yingxing/Dan Feng and I just have zero interest in it at all. I think I'm the only one in the entire fandom that prefers Renheng to Yingfeng lol. Enemies to lovers is my jam, although I can definitely see why not everyone likes it.

May your account be blessed with lots of Phainon to blow smooches to in the future!

[t1oui]

yeah yeah yeah pandalily or jegulus or dorlene bringing the skittles and marauders + valkyries together how about james and barty becoming best friends and being absolute fucking menaces

and yeah i like sunkiller/jarty but i mean this completely platonically. in my mind mcgonagall pairs them up to talk to each other (inter-house unity + in my mind they're very similar neurodivergence-wise) and knows before they even become proper friends that she's going to regret asking them to hang out

james and barty who are sooo touchy and who have a thousand inside jokes and who never fucking shut up

i think sirius would be jealous of their friendship, especially when he sees that james is doing better mentally after becoming friends w barty, but i also think that sirius and barty would get along if sirius would ever bother to try w him (sometimes during parties when james is a middle-man the three of them can be menaces together)

i think james and barty would just generally hold hands a lot, not so much cuddle but maybe they would sometimes (especially if one of them is having a bad day)

they're semi-jokingly handsy with each other in the way (usually cishet) teenage boys/young men are. iykyk

cuddling as a stag and a raccoon?? maybe?? ik i just said they don't cuddle that much but maybe just not in human form

when jegulus get together it's literally the "you and me and your friend steve" meme like james will be cuddling w reg on one side and holding hands w barty on the other side

and like they don't bring their friend groups together bc they force them to hang out or anything, their friends come together on their own bc they all need a support group to deal w james and barty and their stupid-ass friendship

[shewhoeatssand]

I want to befriend Kaneki and meet with him and email him forever

[lovelyisadora]

mothers pick the stupidest things to be mad about. and then they stay mad about it. what is up with that

[gregoftom]

if i had a nickel for every time sh*v projected greg or tom onto matsson while speaking to the other, i’d have two nickels, which isn’t much, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

Oh MIL is something else today

[emmaspolaroid]

FUCK AMERICA and happy bday to my beloved and also to Don TPN

[galaxywhale]

friend organised plans for today on the 16th of march

we’ve talked about the plans at least once since then

we talked about the plans last Thursday

we talked about the plans this Thursday (though one friend wasn’t there tbf)

friend send reminder about plans yesterday

friend sent another message this morning with suggestion for dinner

two friends pulled out today at 5 hours then 4 hours before

and idk I know people are allowed to pull out at short notice if they need to but this continues an ongoing pattern with no apparent good reason and I’m just. tired. Especially when these are some of my only (basically are my only) irl friends

[hotroadkill]

today 2 years ago i was in america and i had the worst hangover of my life and i was in a waffle house with my friend in awkward silence bc we’d fought in a stranger’s kitchen the night before and the server refilled my water for the 5th time while i fought to swallow half a forkful of hashbrowns and she said “i know that look, y’all had a good time at the superbowl last night” and i was thinking actually we had a mediocre time at a nerd bar where u throw darts and all the drinks r named weird things and anyway my friend gives the fakest laugh ive ever heard followed by “yep we sure did” like are we in a CW show right now what was that line delivery and also what even is the superbowl i was born here and should know but honestly i’ve always just pictured everyone gathering at a comically large bowl of cereal but her nametag says leslie and she’s really nice and she’s refilling my water for the 6th time so yeah sure whatever i’m a red blooded american i’ll be anything for leslie in this moment anything and she tells us stories about working at bars downtown and my friend tells me bad jokes and i feel a little better even though my heart is kind of withering away because my flight is in 17 hours and theres not enough time never enough time i won’t see him for another year and a half and i won’t ever see leslie again and if i ever run into the italian stranger who fell in love with me over darts then it won’t be the same because we won’t be dancing and i’m sitting in a waffle house while the sun sets and i’m sweating gin and tequila and my flight is in 16 hours and i have so many goodbyes to say in this

city because when i was fifteen somebody threw my glass heart onto the floor of my childhood house and bits of it shattered everywhere and fell into the cracks of the floorboards and behind the fridge and i’ll never ever get them out much less back together but i feel like ive been trying for eight years all the same and my flight is in 15 hours but maybe if my friend brings me home now i can spend three of those looking for more shards even though i’ll cut my hand because time never wore down any of the hurt because time might heal wounds but it cant really do jack shit about a metaphysical glass shard its still gonna make me bleed and my friend brings me home and we curl up beside each other in my childhood bedroom thats too small for us it was really a supply room but it became my bedroom when i was eleven and i painted it blue and put up stickers of fish and never took them down but someone someday will take them down and hopefully the house burns to the ground before anyone can touch them theyre mine i grew up here theyre mine dont touch them dont please dont please please please i grew up here and my flight is in 12 hours now because i fell asleep beside my friend and he let me because he knew i needed it he kept watch even though we dont have time we never do because he has to go now and all i can give him is a hug and my hoodie to keep safe until i can see him again and fight him in a stranger’s kitchen again and the sun is gone now and i go and i sit with my dad and my flight is in 10 hours and im trying

not to cry im trying to stare at the stickers because maybe if i look at all of it hard enough i’ll get to stay but i dont because thats not how it works and now my flight is in 4 hours because i fell asleep in my childhood loft bed and now i have to leave i have to pack up and go for the fifth time and it never never gets easier and i know i only have a few more trips left until someone takes my stickers down and paints over my ocean but for now my best friend’s stepmother comes with me and my dad to the airport because my best friend is in college two states away and my flight is in 3 hours and i cry i cry so much and she cries too because she loves me and i think it is such a beautiful blessed thing that i am so loved but oh it is so painful too because i spend more time in its absence than its presence and my flight is in 2 hours and i have to go and my dad is waving goodbye and i see it because i looked back because im stupid i always look back i never look forward i’m forever walking blind through my life because i’m looking back and i can tell my dad is crying and now i have to go through TSA sobbing and it’s awkward because they ask are you okay kid and im not but i cant tell them sorry its just that when i was fifteen somebody threw my glass heart onto the floor of my childhood house and bits of it shattered everywhere and fell into the cracks of the floorboards and behind the fridge and i’ll never ever get them out i cant tell them that so i nod yes im okay and i go and my flight is in 1 hour and i hope it fucking crashes and my flight is in the air and im so far away from all those shards on the kitchen floor now but they’re hurting me all the same and i think i look kind of insane sobbing in the middle seat but how can i miss so many people and so many rooms at once and not lose my mind a little bit? i was going to tell you a short witty little joke about the time i realized i was 21 and didnt know what the superbowl was but i think i slipped on a shard. i’m sorry. maybe next time i’ll get it right. maybe in another two years. maybe you’ll never see me again. maybe this is all the time we had.

[lesbianuhaulindustrialcomplex]

google how do you politely and kindly say "bestie if you just keep refusing to talk to us and work this out we will have no choice but to end this living situation and move on"

[genekies]

tag vent

[hauntingblue]

Oh my god why........ why would someone do this omg.... feminism would have saved them all... lesbianism too...

[queenerdloser]

my mom: wow i thought you'd be fully unpacked already!

me, an adhd: well. i have a very narrow window of time every day where i have the motivation to do anything. and every time i go to do something somehow i end up with eight more things to do.

[allofuswantgwinam]

it’s funny to me that I only know Billy Joel songs based off the ones my dad sings 🤣🤣 he’s singing one rn on the Grammys *billy Joel, I wish my dad 🤣🤣💀* and it’s makin me miss when i was 5 years old and my parents were together and things were normal