The child of a gay couple never has to wonder if they were planned

headcanon that in s3, after much screaming and telekinetic “accidents”, hopper agrees to let eleven and mike go on a date without parental attendance. they all know that hopper will “secretly” be hiding outside the restaurant behind a bush, watching them, but what he doesn’t expect is to find steve already waiting there, one hand holding binoculars to his face and the other holding another set out towards hopper.

there are some people who just want to watch the world burn

IN UNLIKELY PLACES, THE DEEP ONES WERE SEEN TO WRITHE

if someone tells you that you hurt them; you do not get to tell them that you didn't. You do not get to say that their feelings are invalid.

mortals (✓seen 2:31am)

sorry to ruin this but this is why i love this fandom.

I’m calling Bellamy’s season 5 look: The Blake grief beard.

My Abuser, Ever the Optimist, Tells Me He Does Not Want to Speak About the Past, Only the Future

Tonight, I will take the train home from work. I will walk up the stairs to my apartment, through the door he pinned me against as I learned the sound of my own voice begging. I will set my bag down on a chair in the living room. The same chair where he sat, quietly telling me  that if I ever left him, he would mourn with a bullet and a drive into the ink star night, dead for weeks before even his mother knew. (This was a lie, of course, but a lie that keeps my phone on, keeps an obituary loaded behind my teeth, he was a forest of hard truths and somedays, I would say, to protect the living) I will walk through the kitchen where he once promised me children. Promised me a dream and gave me a nightmare. Then a diamond to apologize for the nightmare. Slipping into the shower  (Where once, I hid as he pounded his fist against my door,  a lion’s roaring heartbeat) I will whisper to myself I don’t have to lie to protect you anymore, and I don’t owe you my forgiveness. God, what a short life the bullet has compared to the wound. God, what I would give to leave the past behind and have it stay there.

chokehold.

i’ve been wrestling with the idea of calling you again. it sounds nice. the thought of embracing you back into my arms, but what’s gone is gone, right? just because you’re breathing, it doesn’t mean that you can’t be dead to me. remember these precious moments of solitude, letters to myself. you used to leave post-it-notes on my car– “don’t forget that i love you. right now, i love you. tomorrow, i love you. next week, i love you. next month, i love you. next year, i love you. next decade, i love you. next century, i love you. a thousand years, i love you. a million nights, i love you. when the universe dies, i love you. there is no maybe or i will, i love you. it’s a fact. as punctual as time. if time is money, we’re filthy fucking rich. if you have me now, no matter where we go or where we are or the people that we’ll become, i love you right now– and darling, i think that’s worth leaving notes all over your car.” well, darling, you’re no longer here and i don’t feel like time is on my side. they say that we lose track of time when we’re having fun, i’ve been counting the seconds like they are days, i’ve spent a dozen lifetimes inside of a minute. maybe i could’ve done this differently, maybe if i paid more attention, maybe if i was nicer. maybe this, maybe that– the truth is, you are gone. you are gone and you are never coming back.

When I was a kid I was fascinated by space And I learned that time slows near a black hole Inside a black hole time stops altogether. Whether or not this theory will ever be proved, I’m moved to believe that this would be the perfect place to love someone.

Shane Koyczan - Tomatoes (via flamingivories)

6:59 AM

by Shane Koyczan

I’ve been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 AM than I do in an entire day,

but if I wake at 6:59 AM and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine, I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.

he was something else, that’s for sure; he just wasn’t my something else.

but like, matt’s tweets are almost the best part of shadowhunters..

Matthew Daddario + livetweeting Awake, Arise or Be Forever Fallen

// BONUS (pre-livetweet):

// If I could I would feel nothing //

😂😂

who is this ‘blackbear’? and why do his tweets make me want to take a train and just hug him for thirteen and a half hours??