the way i believe the whole world hates me, but at the end of the day, not a single person will ever come close to hating me as much as i hate myself.

I’m not even that into wroetoshaw (I mean he’s cute, but whtvr you know?) but this fic is actually so good? The writing style? The premise? The SLOW BURN??? go off sis 

Another fanfic alert! More of a slowburn this time ;)

Still Into You | WROETOSHAW

I hope you like it :) 

Thinking of writing my own little calfreezy imagines now because why not? What do I have to lose besides my time, which I don't do anything with anyway. I’m kind of over it tho so I feel like I need to find an audience to cater to before I spend my time on this. help???

I think Tumblr is just going to be my new personal diary bc I've been on this app for so long but I've never posted on it really and I'm realising literally no one will ever find me on it or be interested in anything I have to say anyway. Literally, a 0% chance of being Tumblr famous so I'm just going to be shitposting all the time; it’s an anonymous twitter essentially

The way there should be many more calfreezy imagines and fanfics because he’s so slept on but there's only a grand total of like, 10 and 75% are from 2017 (tbf I know his attractiveness also peaked back then) and Tumblr isn't active anymore BUT STILL

"You’re my fucking ruin. My demise. And I'm begging you to be it. Make a wreck out of me. Use your words and your fingers and your fucking eyes to see right through my entire soul and rip my heart out and make it yours. Claim it. Because maybe it's been yours since the very second I even set my eyes on you. Maybe it's been yours since the moment I touched you, since the moment my skin was against your skin, and I just knew you were going to destroy me. You were going to dig up ever gut wrenching feeling I’ve ever had and never felt and shove it down my throat until I knew I was yours. Body, and mind, heart and soul, every inch of me, yours. Yours, yours, yours. So tell me you’re mine. Please. Tell me right now you want to wake up every single day in my arms and face the world together. Tell me I light up your day like you do mine with a single smile. Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you want to move the heavens and the earth because I glanced at you when someone said the word love. Tell me you’re just as blind as me, that you didn’t even know the meaning of the word love until we met because I didn’t. I’ve read over thousands of books, and written over a billion words, and nothing made love make sense to me until I read your thoughts. Until I glimpsed into that beautiful, intelligent fucking head of yours, bursting with so many gorgeous fucking ideas and beliefs and concepts and words and everything I want to be mine. Say you’re mine. Please. I want it more than anything else in this universe. I want you. And only you. And not even the devil could stop me from being intoxicated by just the thought of you. You fill my head every single, living moment. You make me come alive, like a heady fucking fever dream. You’re my everything. You make me feel like I’ve finally come home."

excerpt from a novel I’m never going to write and a character I’m scared will eat me up