message to all trans girls: you are not alone
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Me: I have a headache.
WebMD: And it'll be your last.
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Satoru and you are lying on the couch and watching a show you both like. When suddenly a romantic scene pops on screen where the man hugs the girl and reads for her from a book. You take a deep breath before you turn to him.
"Ahh, look at them. It's so romantic. You would never do that for me..."
Gojo raises one of his eyebrows before sitting up and grabbing the bag of snack from the coffee table. With that in hand he lays back and throws his free arm around you, hugging you tight.
The second you hear him reading out loud the text from the back of the snack you can't help but laugh out loud.
"What?" Satoru rolls his eyes but also smiling. "You wanted me to hug you and read for you, yeah?"
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Will has something on his face so Nico nudged him and gestured to his own cheek as a sign.
And somehow Will beams brightly at him and before Nico can question, a kiss is pressed on his cheek.
Will thought he wanted kiss.
Well, Nico isn’t complaining.
Edit: now available with a fanfic in the reblogs
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Conversation I had with my brother but as marauders era:
Regulus: ...did you eat all the chips!? I told you to leave me some!
Sirius: I did leave you some!
Regulus: 4 FUCKING PIECES!?
Sirius: YEAH!? HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO KNOW?
Regulus: HALF, SIRIUS. I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME HALF.
Sirius: NO YOU DIDN'T!
Regulus: YES I DID YOU DEAF IDIOT!
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jinchul being so overworked he completely forgets when his birthday is and how old he is
like imagine work day proceeding as always (aka disaster after disaster) and then for some work related shit someone asks him his birthday and age and he just opens his mouth to reply but nothing comes out because he legit can’t remember. he just dumbly stays here for a minute having really strong thinking session only to say ‘I honestly don’t remember’ (but it also attributes to him never really celebrating his birthday because orphanage either messed up dates or straight up ignored it and at adulthood he’s mostly too busy or there’s extra work so if he’s lucky enough he can treat himself to a piece of cake after work at home and that’s it)
kha workers just running to gunhee like ‘boss we have an emergency, chief woo doesn’t remember his birthday—‘
literally everyone remembers his birthday and age except the man in question. it’s so bad that when they invite him for a party he declines because too much work and they’re like ‘sir it’s your birthday party’ and then there’s long awkward pause
‘wait which day is my birthday on?’
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there are days when i am so insecure that i don't believe in love. someone or something that exists out there to just love me, understand me, care for me is almost...fictional.
so i take a walk down the street. i see two cats on the sidewalk playfully quarrelling and meowing. i look away.
i peek over to the parking lot, and i see a girl putting chapstick on her girlfriend. i scoff and look away.
i bump into two boyfriends holding hands and smiling. i apologize and walk away.
i sit on a bench near the streetlamp and next to me is an old couple. the woman nagging him on how he should take his medicines on time and her just husband smiles sheepishly as he gazes at her. as he's been doing it for all those years. i sigh.
i pull out my phone and the first thing i see is someone posting about their lover. i lock the screen and put it away.
finally after five minutes of my walk, i find a person sitting near the central fountain, lost in solitude. i feel happy. finally. someone like me all alone. but i find a brush in their hand, drenching the canvas in hues, pouring their love for the scenery on the paper. they are happy and glowing. they look...loved. and that is when i realise, love isn't external. there's a reason they say it is within the heart.
so if i don't love myself, how can i expect someone else to?
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Have you ever heard about the story of Pygmalion? It’s a greek myth about a sculptor who fell in love with a sculpture he made. It sounds crazy right? What if I told you that most of us have been a Pygmalion at least once in our lives. We fell in love with some images we create of people in our heads. Images that sometimes are never true.
I remember the first time we talked. I remember how I felt; The butterflies in my stomach when I talked to you, the goofy smiles upon thinking of you. This is it, you are the one; I remember it all. But what I remember the most is my mind telling me: If it’s too good to be true, it probably isn’t. But I think I was too (Pygmalioned) to see. I made you everything I loved about you and I fell desperately in love with this idea I made up in my mind of you. I don’t have to get over you, I have to get over myself, I have to get over how I thought of you
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How I look at my classmates in middle school who tried bullying my interests after putting a huge act with crying and depressing words making them a huge Villian and turning more then half of the class against them:
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