You lie? You lie to fragile heart? You tell him there'll be a new chapter and then disappear? You dangle nice treat in front of fragile heart? A thousand deaths to author for lying to fragile heart!

Or however the miette thing went, i don't remember well

Anyways can you believe i almost forgot to subscribe to know when you update bc of the desperation? Ha

-Fragile heart

OMGGGGG i did lie!!! Hahaha fragile heart anon the FIRST thing I thought of when I woke up was ahhhh fuck I lied to my new buddy.

I seriously fell asleep. Haha. But I’ll have it up today even though I know you won’t believe me because my pants are on fire but ahhhhhh I’m going to do it I promise <3

(It’s 19k so am I forgiven? Cause that’s like two updates…)

anyone else here listening to peter tork - live at cbgb's [full master tape/450 sub special]

In real life i might not be loved and appreciated much but in rp i l do feel loved and appreciated. And i owe that all to my rp partner @the-tj-hammond ❤.

In real i am being ridiculed, and sometimes not being taken seriously at times and even at the age of 41 i am still being treated like a kid. That's why i choose not to tell my family that i am a bisexual, i keep that to myself in all honesty.

That's why i get lost in the world of rp to escape from reality and feel loved and happy as well as appreciated too.

I DONT HAVE A JOB

I DONT HAVE A HOUSE TO CALL MY OWN

IM SO FUCKING BORED

DONT HAVE A FUTURE ANYMORE

i feel both awesome and like shit at the same time i don't know how to describe it

just put on a binder for the first time

just took a bath

world_of_engineering_75 on Instagram

So hungry that the thought of eating makes me nauseous

ra ta tooey

been going a little bit insane about this sentence from Ace by Angela Chen for the past week

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I also compiled the ROTTMNT: Wedding Crashers clips. I tried to prioritize better quality so it's a little all over the place. This is just for media archival purposes. If anyone has any cleaner or additional clips let me know and I'll be happy to throw them in!

i love you non sexual physical intimacy i love you touching someone because you want to feel the warmth of their body and the texture of their skin i love you tracing body lines soft and sharp i love you shoulder to shoulder hand on your knee reassuringly i love you hands under their shirt on a cold day i love you head leaning against someone’s chest i love you nude cuddling i love you tracing sharp back muscles i love you tracing fat rolls i love you touching someone’s whole body to commit the little details to memory in case you were to ever loose them i love you touch as a love language

nice christian girl n her guard dog

hey guys what do you do when you dream about a girl who doesn't exist. you meet her, she lives in your building, you and your other friend start to get to know her. your friend is kind of a dick, but that's just how he is. as you get closer with this girl, you start to convince yourself that you like her—you don't. you think she's gorgeous and you think you're supposed to fall in love with her, but you haven't. and in your efforts to love her, you do something that hurts her, your friend egging you on, trying to get you to go further, double down, and the girl pulls away from you. she doesn't look at you like she used to. she won't stand close to you and her new boundaries are clear—she needs you to keep your distance and you're not going to be able to fix this completely, not ever. and you understand that, and you're a kind person, so you are as respectful towards her as you know how. again, your friend is a dick about the whole thing, which doesn't make you feel better at all. maybe you shouldn't feel better. because you started it. you told yourself you were going to love her and you didn't and you did it wrong. and now that you've fucked it up for good, you feel yourself starting to look at her differently than you did before, just like she's doing now. but you're looking at her with shyness and gentleness and from six feet away, shrinking into yourself with a tiny glint of light in your eyes, while she stands stoic and tall, her eyebrows tensed and her mouth flat as you fumble your way through an attempt at aftermath-themed small talk, her responses short and clipped and knowing. she knows what's happened to you. she knows why you're looking at her like that. and she knows that you know that you lost your chance and you're not getting the same chance back and definitely not in the same way. and when she asks you for a small favor or wishes you well, you skip away, your voice soft and light and far too gentle, so fucking gentle, and you know that she hates you a little bit. and you know that now, only after, you love her a little bit. and then you wake up. what do you do then?