holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit

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perks of dating me


• cuddles
• sometimes im funny
• i wont cheat bc i hate everyone
• surprise hugs
• random kisses
• actually respond to your texts
• play video games/listen to music
• more cuddles
• butt touches
• we can eat lots of snacks

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to the people who have followed me lately that I did not greet


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"Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something."

— Brandon Oda (via 5000letters)

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I’m still learning how to stop apologizing
for all that I am; I wear my skin like a blanket
that’s never been able to keep you warm enough
and Mom always used to say if you stay out in
the cold, you’re gonna get sick, I don’t want you
getting sick, please, don’t get sick of me.

I’m wearing out my I’m sorry’s like my
dignity’s on clearance but please hear me, they’ve
got me mislabeled. I’m not trying to sell anything, I’m
just trying to keep you around. And I know that the sound
of the same syllables over and over can become like your
favorite melody ruined by your alarm clock telling you to
wake up to nothing ever changing, but I’m trying,

and I’m afraid of what happens
when the music stops playing.

I hope my I love you’s never stop making
your heartbeat do pirouettes along your ribcage.

I hope my sadness doesn’t replace my name
on your Caller ID, I hope that you remember that
this isn’t me, that my genetics fell on a fault line and
my happiness fluctuates on the days of the week, but I
still love you with every tremor in every earthquake of my
universe. I love you when I go away; when I am nothing
but tired eyes and chapped lips and empty, and empty, when I
force you to cradle my missed calls against your cheek because
I’ve adopted an impediment in positive speech, I’m sorry. I’m
sorry that we had to drive back to the house on Tuesday when I
forgot to take my pills, and I’m sorry that I’m not up for going out
tomorrow, I’m sorry that my mind wanders sometimes when you
tell me about your day, I- I do want to hear about your day,
I am so sorry

and yeah, I’m still learning how
to stop apologizing, baby, but I still love you, so hard.

Mainly, I’m just –
mainly, I’m just sorry
for being selfish enough to ask you to stay.


"Why Your Depressed Lover Keeps Saying Sorry" -Valentina Thompson (via theseoverusedwords)

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Is there a fandom for Tegan’s arms because I am in it.


Is there a fandom for Tegan’s arms because I am in it.

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so is this a joke or what

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reasons you need to stop bragging about your “perfect grammar and spelling”

-it’s ableist

-it’s annoying

-it’s probably nowhere close to perfect, not even by your standards

-you sound like a fucking brat

-language evolves; or, as my favorite linguistics professor used to…

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i romantically stand outside your window and hold up my iPhone to blast our song. a 30 second ad plays first

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