life update: mission accomplished

fuck being someones girlfriend i wanna be ur bandi

Bridgerton S2 Ep 01

Eloise Bridgerton & Benedict Bridgerton

girls be like "i can't talk right now i'm doing hot girl shit" and then be crying over elaia, herongraystairs, warnette, blackstairs, malec, kanej, pynch, andreil, jurdan, romajuliette, percabeth, quinlar, patrochilles and rowaelin

“I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.”

— Andrea Gibson

i’ll always love you like it’s the beginning

This world needs to be fucking kind to my mother

the way she got angry and then sad and then proud she went through the whole emotional journey of the bridge and she put her whole soul into that and honestly seeing her bite when she said “I gave my blood sweat and tears for this” HONEY YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING GOOD THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO YOU AND NONE OF THE BAD god i really wish we could hug her. i want to hug her.

why is it always "i am yours" and never "tera hone laga hoon, khone laga hoon jab se mila HOOOONNN"

“The eldest of the four, named Lover. The lovely imaginative folklore. folklore’s younger sister evermore, she’s a wild one. And the baby, the youngest, Midnights.”

LOVER ELDEST DAUGHTER CONFIRMED

I still give you all of the jars I can’t open. You write your essays for class and ask me to proofread, we both know it’s the only thing I’m good at. I ask you to come with me to the store, and I pay for everything. You ask me to drive you to school every morning, even though it’s a 15 minute walk away. I complain all of the time about it, but I don’t think I’ll ever tell you it’s one of my favorite parts of the day. I still ask you for help with my college math classes, because you’ve always been smarter than me (I admit that freely). Your first breakup ended in tears and I held you as you cried. I have been with you through your worst, and you have seen me at my lowest. Who else would do that? I move away from home at the end of the year, to a different part of the state. You move away from home next year, to another state entirely. I’ll miss you. I hope you’ll miss me. I am your big sister, your only, and you’re my little brother (however big you may be now). You’re my best friend. Please don’t forget about me. Promise to call me? It’s silly to ask since I know we text every day. I love you. I’m glad you say it back. I hope you never stop.

can you put ‘dont be mean to me’ in your nikkah contract

given the current discourse about the news "ruining" her past work, i cant stop thinking about how important one of her speeches before performing sad beautiful tragic on red tour is right now:

"this is a song i wrote about how just because something is over doesn't mean it wasn't incredibly beautiful. another lesson I've learned is that not all stories have a happy ending and you have to learn how to deal with that. this song is about a story that didn't end so happily, but it was still supposed to happen."

those songs were about feelings and experiences that were real and just because things didnt have a happy ending doesnt make them any less so. those feelings and experiences were a formative experience in her life and writing them off now doesnt make any sense

losing an online friendship is so fucking weird, it's just that one time you suddenly go too long without talking, and then you don't know how to start again, and you start wondering whether they'd still want you to, whether you were actually friends or just projecting again, and you keep seeing their posts and stories, but suddenly feel like a stranger behind glass, and then you see a story about them being sad and your first thought is to ask "what happened, dear" but at this point you just... can't. it sucks. majorly

I left my family without looking back. Lockwood’s lost all of his. We are not losing you, Georgie.

every friend group should include:

a bimbo

a mean bisexual

an even meaner lesbian

she/theys

and he/theys

a token straight that’s on thin ice

an astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart memorized

and a short king queen

God, no one writes human beings as Fredrick Backman does

So David drives home, puts his hand on his girlfriend’s stomach, and pretends he’s crying about the baby. His life will be successful, he will achieve everything he’s ever dreamed of—career and success and titles—he’ll coach unbeatable teams at legendary clubs in several different countries, but he will never let any player in any of them wear number “16.” He will always keep hoping that Benji is going to turn up one day and demand his jersey.

Beartown by Fredrick Backman (via satashiiwrites)