Rep × Lover: A Rant

Ok so we know how the theory is that folklore and evermore are the sisters that love each other and that reputation and Lover are that sisters that love each other but pretend to hate each other.

BUT I like to believe that while yes, evermore and folklore are in fact, loving sisters reputation and Lover are more like lovers. BUT LIKE enemies to lovers like CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE.

rep's badassery mixed with Lover's gentle wit would be the literal DEATH OF ME. And I say this with all due respect, truly for Mother because MY GOD BLONDIE THE RANGE.

And I'm not talking abt the typical rep guy and Lover girl because most guys considers themselves rep coded because of all the badassery. BUT THE REAL ONES KNOW.

Okay but Lover is lowkey sapphic. I can't be the only one who thinks this. IMAGINE THAT. with rep. THAT.

ok I am satisfied with my rant thank you.

Listening to depressing songs when you're feeling depressed is such a mood

I think part of the reason why we sit on our phones even after knowing all the time we're wasting is because the alternative is to sit with our thoughts in the silence which is deafening.

You ever feel like a waste of space?

Yeah me too.

So many people don't know the pain of reading about these amazing men like my darling Rhys and then finding themselves in a relationship with the bare minimum effort, one where they actively question it every day and yet, still staying in them with no good reason.

Most of these people, the ones who don't know this pain, are often the ones who take the bare minimum effort.

-r. s

I've recently come to understand that when you spend so many moons wanting and longing for something, when you've dreamt about it and prayed to the stars, when you get there, when you get back a scrap of that love, you often accept it in a disillusioned notion that you now have what you deserve, even if it is only a quarter of all the nights you spent shedding tears and clutching your pillow, even if it never was and never will be what you dreamed and prayed for. You will never turn your back on that blessing from the stars, for they have finally granted you what you deserve.

You will never question it and you will live in fear, in fear of every glance, word and flutter of your heartbeat. You'll ignore the beat of the music in tandem with your heart, you'll forget what it was like when only your own arms gave you comfort, forgotten will be the nights you sang yourself to sleep. You'll forget all the nights when Selena lit up the dark sky for you, when Asteria showered you with her stars. When you're granted that blessing, you'll forget that you only ever had yourself.

So you'll step off the golden. And you hope that your blessing will grant you wings.

-r. s

"Well it's gone now."

"Isn't that why we're here?"

"Is it why you're here?"

"I'm here 'cause you asked me to be."

"And do you always go where strange men ask you to go?"

"So you admit you're strange."

He smiles.

"Mouthy one, you are."

She smiles.

- r. s

When you think they don't notice but they do

"Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it, of those who read it and dream about it"

~ Carlos Ruiz Zafón

There's something infinitely satisfying about lying in bed with just the nightlight on, spotify in the background, your softest blanket with your phone dropped in the bed.

Like, it can't get anymore aesthetic than this.

my toxic trait is thinking people actually want to take pretty pictures of me all the time

#newlevelofpathetic

Not me being so hopelessly desperate that I apply scented moisturizer on my neck hoping someone will give me neck kisses...

...

We've jacked up the weather of this planet so bad like it's a friggin meltin pot one second and constant air conditioning the next like my body losing its shit

Girls literally get like two glances from a guy and they're like "omg does he like me?" when he's probably zoning out dreaming about French fries.

Just remember: when words fail you, actions will act as your guide

Ok guys so I just had an existential meltdown because I yet again remembered that those beautiful fictional characters don't exist and probably never will...

Not me using the word "probably" because I still have hope...

Ok I'm gonna continue my crying now.