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Only You

-TASM!Peter Parker

- A relationship with Peter takes balance

-TW: Mentions of fire, burns, death, angst, fluff, mild NSFW

- Not edited

Reblogs and comments are super appreciate! Send requests!

You’re knee bounced anxiously as your lower lip cot caught between your teeth. It was hard to focus on what the news reporter had to say. You were honed in on the red and blue suit that would cut in and out of frame.

The apartment building was completely engulfed in flames and smoke. The red lights from the fire truck couldn’t wash out the fires orange that painted the scene. The horror struck bystanders gawked at the scene, doing their best to console those who were losing everything.

On any other day, you would be sharing your sympathy for them. But here and now you were focused on Spider-man climbing in and out of the building, bringing children down to the fireman’s reach, then rushing in to find the next. You heart was in your stomach, gripping the remote with fierceness.

This cycle of his rescue continued for the next serval minutes, your anxiety continuing to grow. When would it be the last time you saw him go in?

Then, suddenly, he didn’t come back out. The news reported commented,” All residents have been accounted for. Search and rescue has commenced.”

“N-no. No. Peter is still in there,” You began to panic. No one was going to check for the super hero. But he was just a boy. What if the heat got to him? Or the smoke inhalation? What if he got caught? You fell to your knees in front of the TV, now letting panic induced tears stream down your face.

“Please, no. My Pete,” You mumbled, anxiously awaiting a report of his safe exist from the building. Where was here?

At some point the panic was too much to bear, so you clocked out mentally, your body frozen on the ground. There was passing of time, but you would be hard pressed to give a time.

The next thing you could remember was someone calling your name. It was distant. But you could recognize that voice anywhere. He was here. Peter.

“Y/N, are you okay? Are you there?” You could here him more clearly now, you eyes adjusting back to reality. He was there. His hands held your cheeks, gently brushing them. His eyes were wild and bewildered. There was ash covering the majority of his face. A dark red burn sat on his collarbone, along with a few others across his body.

“Oh my god, Pete,” You said out of relief and horror. He was here, but he almost wasn’t. And he was barley holding on now. Without having to focus, you could hear the rasp of his breathing, a clear indication that his inside were just as bad off as his outsides. You internally cringed at the hot burning pain he would be in for the next day or two.

Your hands reached up, gripping around his wrists. The contact was enough to push you over the edge. You let out a sob, pushing his hands further into you, having the need to feel him, all-the-while not wanting to hurt him in his fragile state.

“I’m here my love. I’m sorry, I’m here,” He responded, placing your forehead to his.

“Pete, I didn’t know what to think, when you didn’t come out. They didn’t show you coming out!” You cried, trying to make sense while being flooded with emotions. You whispered,”I thought you were gone.”

You felt his grip tighten around to the back your neck, pulling you forward despite the clear pain Oit caused him. But you didn’t have it in you fight him off right now.

“No, never. I would never leave my lover behind,” He whispered right next your your ear, leaving a small kiss below it. His comment overwhelmed you, more tears falling.

“Sweetheart,” You started, “I can’t lose you. I can’t keep doing this.”

“What?” Peter sat up quickly looking frightened and yet again bewildered. “What are you talking about? What do you mean you can’t keep doing this? Like us? Or Spider-Man? Y/N please…”

Pete now held both your hands tightly in this lap as you bowed your head letting more tears fall. After a few seconds of silence Peter continued quietly, “I’ll give it up.”

This caused you to look up at him. His eyes were completely sincere, meaning very word he said.

“I couldn’t ask that of you. It’s who you are,” You shook your head, refusing his solution.

“No, you are. You are my home, my happy. I don’t want Spider-man if it means losing you. It’s not worth. Not even close,” Peter rambled, anxiously awaiting a response for you.

“I could never ask you to give up Spider-man. I just can’t bare the thought of being in a world with no Peter Parker. He’s more important to me that Spidey,” You responded, finally meeting Peter’s crazy eyes.

“Please don’t leave me. I can’t do it without you. Please my love,” Peter begged.

You heart clenched at this heart broken face, his expression completely defeated. And the fight was no longer putting up. You slid forward, completely disregarding injuries, laying flat on his chest. His arms where quick to pull you in and hold you impossibly close.

“I’m sorry, I’m not leaving” You amended, knowing you would never have the heart to truly let go of Peter Parker. Your sweet boy. He nodded quickly, taking in a deep breath trying to get his hands to stop shaking.

“Maybe a compromise? I just need assurance that you are okay,” You offered after a minute. He hurriedly nodded his head, agreeing to your plan.

“Baby let me help you with your burns. We need to wrap them,” You commented after giving Peter the proper time to compose himself. But there would be time later for cuddling, he needed medical attention.

Peter groaned in protest but eventually followed you to the bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet lid, completely striped for the suit, left in his boxers. You ran a wash cloth under the Luke warm faucet them began cleaning off his face. On each bump and bruise you’d leave a light kiss on his skin. After wiping away the ash and dirt, you began to put on a medical cream on the burns and then placed bandaids atop of that.

Some how the two of you ended up in the bed, cuddling gently. You continued to leave littered kisses on his face, neck, shoulder, back. You couldn’t really tell if you did it for yourself or him, but no one seemed to mind.

“I can’t lose you,” Pete mumbled after the silence had settled in the room.

“I know love, I know,” You mumbled back, one hand on his cheek, the other running through his hair.

“But I can’t keep watching you go into burning buildings and now knowing if you are going to come out,” You continued, still holding him close.

“I’d leave it behind if you asked me to,” He responded, full heartedly. And you didn’t doubt him. Pete couldn’t lie to you.

“I could never ask you to do that,” You said shaking your head at the idea. Peter placed a free hand on your chin, finger gently pulling out your bottom lip where it had been stuck between your teeth.

You looked up slowly, meeting his eyes. They held so much love and admiration that it was hard to keep the gaze held. So you didn’t. You leaned in slowly, letting your eyes shut slowly. You lips met his slowly, both needing.

His teeth grabbed your lower lip, pulling at it, leading a moan to fall from your mouth. Despite the pain he might have been in, Peter pulled you over to sit on his lap, pulling you flush to his skin. Your shirt went flying across the room in a matter of moments along with your bra.

You let Pete’s lips travel your skin, letting him leave hickeys and love marks all over your chest and neck. You help his body as close as you could get it. He slowly leaned you back, leaving you laying in the center of the bed, breathless and topless.

“May I?” Peter asked quietly referring to your shorts. Your heart swelled at the fact that even after all this time together he still asked for permission. Ever the gentleman.

He finished you quickly and with perfection. The two of you payed breathless in the messy sheets, holding each other as close as possible.

“I don’t know how we are going to fix this. But no matter what we are going to do it together,” Peter mumbled into your neck, “At the end of the day its you. You are all I’ll ever need. Only you can make my heart bloom.”

#andrew garfield #Spinderman #The amazing spiderman #tasm!peter parker #Andrew garfield Spider-Man #tasm fanfic #Peter Parker imagine #peter Parker #hurt/comfort #smut #peter Parker angst #Spider-Man x reader #peter Parker x reader #tasm!peter Parker x reader #peter Parker fluff #andrew garfield peter parker #Spider-Man one shot #spider man imagine

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request for hurt/comfort tasm peter parker: it’s the middle of the night peter feels like something’s off so he goes to y/n’s house and he knocks on her door but she won’t answer, so he anxiously enters. he finds her having an anxiety attack (because of a dream she had about losing him maybe?) and does everything he can to make her feel better

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-TASM!Peter Parker

- Summary: Peter brings peace.

- Warnings: Mild NSFW, panic attacks, anxiety, mentions of death

Peter shot up with a start, immediately getting his bearings, prepared to fight off any villain. His spider sense had woken him up like a lightening strike, his breath racing and heart in his chest. But, there was a lack of danger around him, he found.

He whipped his head side to side trying to find the source of this anxiety his tingle was setting off. And yet, his room sat exactly the same as he left it, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. The sound of his phone vibrating caught his attention.

He swiftly picked it up, hoping for a hint of what was happening. And yet the name on his phone didn’t ease his anxiety, it worsened it. Y/N.

“Y/N! Baby! Are you okay?” He rushed, hoping to have some semblance of an answer for all of this. And he did, it just wasn’t the one he wanted.

Peter quickly realized your amidst some sort of panic, seeing as all he could hear was his name being repeated over and over, with gasping breaths and sobs between, and the word dead mixed around in there. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t uncommon for something like this to happen, or at least it didn’t used to be.

He cursed himself for the previous choice he made, earlier in the night. His patrol had ended later than typical at a painful 4:00 in the morning. Deciding that Y/N was probably passed pout cold at this point, he decide to head back to his place, spending a rare night alone. But he should have known better.

You have been living with intense PTSD (self diagnosed of course, because a therapist would send you to the mental hospital immediately after the shit you’ve seen) for the past 9 months or so after seeing Peter in constant physical pain. His injuries burned into your brain. And of course you never complained about helping him at night. He was your person, you’d do anything for him. But just because your conscious had come to terms with it, did not mean your subconscious did.

When it was really bad 4 nights out of the week, you were waking up to night terrors of some awful thing happening to Peter. Unfortunately for you, your imagination and the reality of the things you’ve faced have put together quite the collection of horrific dreams.

But after finding the problem and the solution you were able to manage a more livable life. There were small things that made life easier with Peter. You would sleep in his shirts to have the scent relax you. You always text him before bed to see if/when he would be atto your place. You started taking melatonin (at his request) so that you had an easier time falling asleep.

Things were getting better. But that didn’t mean the rough nights had completely vanished. They happened every now and then, but Peter had typically been there by your side immediately, or only a few blocks away on patrol.

“Peter, please. You were dead Pete,” You sobbed into the phone. Your hands searched the bed for a source of comfort, and hand to hold in the dark. But it was just a big, empty, cold bed. You continue to sob at the feelings of empty sheets.

“Deep breath , I’m not dead. I’m on my way,” Peter replied from his end, pulling on the last of his suit, and getting ready to swing to your place. He made the typical 20 minute journey and solid 10 this time around, pushing his body to the absolute limit for you. Anything for you.

He slid into the room slowly, not wanting to startle you in your frightened state. His heart nearly crumbled at the sight of you. Sitting up in bed, hair strewn in every direction from pulling at it, one hand searching the sheet, the other firmly holding the locket to your chest, eyes red with heartache filling them.

“I’m here baby, I’m whole,” Peter blurted, sliding quickly across the floor to you, hands reached out. You let out a gasp at the sound of his voice, and let out a sob of relief at the sight of him. You reached your arms out to him, not trusting your legs to make it to meet him half way.

Within a second you felt his arms around your body, lifting you and pressing it into his body. With little effort he held you, flattening every inch of you to him so you were sure that he was here and real. Your hand tightly gripped the nape of his neck and his hair, pulling him impossibly close to you.

Peter, your heart sighed, getting a whiff of his smell. Sweet like vanilla. He was really here.

Time seemed to stand still with him in your arms. Your heart relaxed, he was real, he was whole. He moved slowly, tiptoeing around the room, and finally deciding on the bed. He laid against the head board letting you continue to squeeze around his neck, now you just laid in his chest instead.

A generous amount of time passed when you had eventually calmed down completely and fell into a trance state. But there would be no sleep tonight. Every time you closed your eyes he was gone. It was too hard. No sleep.

“How are you doing love?” He whispered, combing a hand through your hair.

“7.5,” You responded. It was a system you two had learned to use to help the other person understand where they were in the recovery process of what ever it might be. He nodded in response.

“How can I help,” He then asked for a little more detail.

“You can go to sleep love, you’ve been out all night. I’m okay now,” You responded trying to be rational. You knew he was tired. And you were actually okay with him going to sleep. As long as you could hear his heart beating, you would make it through the night.

“No, I’m okay. I wanna help you,” He replied. Stubborn as usual.

“The sun should be coming up soon, do you wanna go watch?” He asked, catching on to the idea that you would not be going to sleep tonight. You let out a sigh and nodded yes to him.

As you two unstuck from each other, you giggled a bit looking to your chest where there now lied a red indent spider from the suit Pete was still in.

“See, now you’re mine forever,” Peter commented, giving you a boyish grin. You leaned back into him, pushing your lips into his wanting to have him as close as possible. His tongue darted between your lips, roaming your mouth a bit.

Peter then pulled away slightly before making his way down your neck to your chest. He traced the outline of the spider with his lips, leaving kisses and small bites. He pulled your shirt down slightly leaving kisses on the exposed skin. You watched him with love and admiration in your eyes. He pulled away slowly, leaving one more kiss on your parted lips.

“God, when I look at you, I know, hell is another place I’d go to keep you warm,” Peter recited to you. You lean forward with a smile pressing a small kiss to his forehead.

Eventually you can both make it out of bed. You sit at the end of the bed as Peter changes into some of his spare clothes here. You grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed and made your way over to the window while Peter turned on the fairy light around your room for a little more warmth.

He pulled your lounge chair over, and propped it right into the spot with the best view out the window. He plopped down, and then placed his hands on your hips guiding you to his lap. You fluffed the blanket out and laid it across you two, leaning back into Peter.

“There is no where you would go that I wouldn’t follow. My soul is far too entangled in yours to ever let that happen. I love you forever,” Peter whispered quietly in your ear, and the sun melted into the world leaving an orange hew in the room.

You lifted his knuckles to your lips, and rested a soft kiss on them, then pulled it close to your chest. Minutes later you heard quite snores from behind you, and your body completely relaxed.

He was here. He was whole.

#Andrew garfiled #Spiderman #the amazing spider man #andrew Garfield spider man #Andrew Garfield peter Parker #Spider-Man x reader #tasm peter Parker #tasm imagine #tasm x reader #andrew peter Parker #peter Parker x reader #Spider-Man one shot #Andrew garfiled x reader

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send suggestions to write for hurt/comfort for TASM!Peter Parker. wanna write a few small blurbs.

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Their relationship was like.

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A Quite Love

-Andrew‘s Peter Parker

- A rough night out, leads to a quite night in.

- TW: Mentions of death, crying, sad Peter Parker :(

If it weren’t for the years of practice through this routine you would have nearly had a heart attack at the consistent tapping at your window. But of course, you had learned better, and your heart fluttered at the sound rather than drop to your stomach.

There was no person on the planet that could simultaneously knock on the window while balancing on your 4 inch balcony on the 7th floor. Except of course your boyfriend Peter.

Without wiping the sleep from your eyes, or attempting to fix your hair, you got up and slid the window up, allowing Peter to come through. You reached your arm out in the New York rain to help him in.

It didn’t take you long to realize something was off. Though your life was far from normal together, you both had learned a solid routine with on another. The routine was the one thing that kept peace and some amount of comfort in your life.

Peter stepped into the room, tossed his mask to the floor, and immediately collapsing in a wet heap in your arms. Though you enjoyed the affection there was something not right.

“What happened? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You questioned quietly, doing your best to hold the majority of his weight. His arms wrapped so tightly around you, holding your body flush to his. And to your utter shock, he began to cry into you.

“What’s going on Pete?” You questioned, becoming increasingly concerned for your lover. He shook his head violently in your shoulder. You gripped the back of his suit with our other hand at the base of his neck rubbing small circle there.

“It’s okay love, I’m here,” You whispered to him.

“Can you tell me if you’re hurt baby,” You questioned again desperate to know the severity of the problem. He shook his head in your shoulder, letting you know that there were no life threatening injuries. Any thing else could wait until you figured out what was going on in his head.

“How can I help,” You asked, feeling useless as Peter continued to cry into you.

If it weren’t for the dead quite of the night, you wouldn’t have picked up on his next, very quite words, “Can you just hold me?”

Your heart clenched at that, nodding silently, gripping more tightly around him. You moved slowly towards the bed hoping Peter would get the idea. As soon as he understood what was happening, he let you guide him to the bed. Ordinarily, you would have been less enthused by the thought of wet dirty clothes on your clean bed, but for Pete, it didn’t matter.

“Come here love,” You whispered quietly, opening your arms as you sat propped up against the head border. Peter crawled between your legs, laying his head on your chest, one hand keeping a solid grip on your thigh. Your hands immediately went to his hair, knowing he needed affection, reassurance that you were there.

He laid on you for awhile in and out of crying, keeping a strong grip on you, pushing his head further into your grasp every now and then. You didn’t mind though. You would do this until the sun came up, went down, and came back up again if he needed you to. There were very few things you wouldn’t do for him. He was your person.

“I lost someone,” He whispered after awhile. Your heart constricted in your chest, the air pausing in your lungs.

“Oh Pete,” Was all you could think of to say, knowing there was truly nothing you could say or do to make this better for him. There had been a few incidents like this in the past (far and few between thank god), but it never made it easier when it did eventually come back around. There were no combination of words to make it okay.

“What can I do to help?” You asked, not sure what he needed from you other than being held (which you were happy to do).

“I just want to go to bed. Deal with it in the morning,” He replied, tears streaming’s down his cheeks. You nodded though he couldn’t see you.

“Okay, let’s get you into something more comfy then,” You commented, lifting your hands from his back to let him get up. He slowly sat up, wiping the tears from his cheeks. You got off the bed, standing in front of Peter, and began to help him out of the suit.

Once it was off, you chucked it to the side of the room, reminding your self to deal with it in the morning. You took a good look at the boy sitting your bed, trying to find any injuries. To your relief there wasn’t much to be seen other than the usual bumps and bruises. You could deal with those in the morning (if they were even there still).

You took Peter’s head into your hands, leaving a small kiss pressed to his forehead and inhaling the scent of his shampoo from the morning before.

“Come on sweetheart,” You said, grabbing his hand and leading him quietly to the bathroom. After sitting him on the side of the bath tub and instructing him to brush his teeth, you left to go grab him some clothes. You were quick to pick out clothes knowing he didn’t want to be away from you for long.

Once you returned to the bathroom, Peter had finished brushing his teeth, and was sitting with his eyes shut, resting his head against the wall.

“Here you go love,” you said, handing him the white shirt and sweatpants you had picked for him. He changed gingerly, feeling the ache of each muscle. You helped him when you could, but stood back in hopes to not overwhelm him.

“Thank you,” He whispered quietly to you, his brown eyes meeting yours. You could see in his eyes he meant more than just the clothes. But there was no need to say it, you both knew.

“My heart is so full of you I could hardly call it my own,” You whispered to him, quoting one of your favorite poets. A small, barely visible, smile appeared on his face, and your heart soared with the small victory.

“There’s no place I wouldn’t go for you, no task too great. You are my world Pete,” You continued. You knew that there wasn’t a thing you could do to fix tonight for him. No one could. But you could offer him the love and comfort he needed to heal. And you could wait with him on the bad days, and stand with him on the good days.

Once you both landed back in bed, with the lights turned off, heater on, windows shut, rain hitting the window, you took a deep breath. You felt two wet lips latch onto the skin on your neck and you hands automatically found their way to Peter’s hair, tugging slightly, causing him to suck harder. You were sure it would leave a dark mark, but it didn’t matter. That was tomorrows problem.

Whatever Pete needed tonight is what you would give him. And he seemed content with leaving small kisses on different ares of your body, and you let him have full reign. It wasn’t an uncommon for Peter to have this neediness after a traumatic event. He needed to know you were close, and safe, and his.

After awhile you both fell into a deep meditative state, your complete body weight on him, his arms around you, your hands still in his hair. You leaned up leaving a small kiss on his jaw letting him know you were there.

“There’s no greater love than the love I have for you,” He whispered into the dark room, leaving a soft kiss on the crown of your head. Your heart clenched at his words, knowing it was a reciprocated feeling.

“Ditto,” You responded.

#andrew garfield #spiderman #the amazing spider man #andrew garfield spiderman #Spider-Man x reader #tasm peter Parker #tasm fanfic #Andrew Garfield peter Parker #hurt/comfort #Peter Parker one shot #peter Parker fluff #peter parker angst

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I better see more Andrew Garfield’s Spiderman love now that Spiderman: No Way Home is out. Preferably in the form of fanfiction.

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Titanic (dir. James Cameron) and Four (dir. One Direction)

#the boat sinkith #i miss one direction #“i’ll never get go- let’s go #this movie is way too damn long #cmbyn #harry styles #titanic #leonardo dicaprio #bts #twilight #books #harry potter #draco malfoy #hunger games #one direction #barnes and noble #niall horan #hamilton #broadway #taylor swift #john green #come back

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The Fault in Our Stars (dir. Josh Boone) and Made in the AM (dir. One Direction)

#this movie destroyed my will to live #that last one really kills me #okay? okay #the fault in our stars #john green #looking for alaska #barnes and noble #twilight #cmbyn #harry styles #one direction #harry potter #bts #draco malfoy #four #hamilton #broadway #taylor swift #books #infinity is such a good freaking song though

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The Perks of Being a Wallflower (dir. Stephen Chbosky) and Harry Styles (dir. Harry Styles)

#perks of being a wallflower #harry styles vibes #harry styles #books #fandoms #music #barnes and noble #this movie is amazing #cmbyn #twilight #logan lerman #one direction #bts #harry potter

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Call Me By Your Name (dir. Luca Guadagnino) and Fine Line (dir. Harry Styles)

#harry styles #call me by your name #cmbyn #fine line #timothee chalamet #falling #golden #armie hammer #harry styles imagine #harry styles vibes #cmbyn vibes #peaches #bts #one direction #hamilton #harry potter

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books and things and stuff. pls tell me your faves. i need book recs

i want to make a list of some of my favorite books. so i’m going to. because i can. thank you for attending my ted talk. 

“All The Bright Places” Jennifer Niven. Absolutely fantastic. Changed my perspective on life and the way I live my day to day live. Though I believe  some of the relationships in the book to be slightly toxic, aren’t they all? Niven created these two characters that I resonate with so very much. I love them dearly. Great insight into what it’s like to live with mental illness, but slightly romanticized. (Don’t watch the movie, please please please don’t.) 

“Looking For Alaska” John Green. Again, changed m out look on life. I completely adored Pudge (aka Miles). I even named an alligator after him (ask for more details on that). John Green has such a good way of ending a book making you never want to pick up another book because you know it will never live up to his. But, highly recommend you read it. Even if you don’t, do yourself a favor and flip to the last 2 1/2 pages and read them. Made me actually want to not give up on life. 

“ Twilight Series” Stephanie Meyer. Okay, I’m torn. These books honestly weren’t that well written, they are more of a guilty pleasure for me. And the sad part is the story line had so much potential but I just don’t think Meyer wrote it to it’s full potential. But, I still love it and I am constantly rereading all of my favorite chapters. 

“ Selection Series” Kierra Cass. I read this in like the 7th grade but absolutely loved and whenever I get into a reading block, I juts go back to this series to get me going again. This series had so much potential and Cass delivered. I really hope they make a movie series following the books because it would be so freaking good if they are done well. 

“Until Friday Night” Abbi Glines. Guilty pleasure. There is honestly so much wrong with this book, but I just choose to ignore it because, why not? Def a sappy love story rec if you need one. 

“Eleanor and Park” Rainbow Rowell. This book killed me. I loved it and  lived for it. It’s well written and deserves more recognition. 

#all the bright places #jennifer niven #looking for alaska #john green #john green kills me every single time #twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #stephanie meyer #the selection #the elite #the one #kierra cass #until friday night #abbi glines #eleanor and park #rainbow rowell #books #book recs #barnes and noble #pls sponsor me #pls send me book recs #i need book friends #i need friends

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I'm scared to get better; I don't know who I am without my illness.

is it possible to be more than a mental illness? 

#mentally tired #mental illness #mental health #depression #anxiety #im so fucking done with this shit #maybe it doesn't get better #the stars are bright tonight #3 am thoughts #i miss the old me #give me a reason to believe #sad and tired #youll get over it #wait for me

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Twilight friend application

I’m joking. not really. 

it’s sucha  dead fandom and but i still love those horrible horrible books and movies and sometimes i wish i had someone to talk with them about it. 

let’s talk about how edward has no personality, or how much better the entire series would have been if they had a strong independent lead female, or how much i love the wolf pack, or how Emmett is the best cullen by far. and why is everyone obsessed with the Volturi? for real, i don’t get it. 

hmu, let’s talk

#twilight #twilight series #new moon #edward cullen #jacob black #team jacob #Bella Swan #the volturi #eclispe #breaking dawn #the cullens #the pack #twilight imagines #why do i like the worst series on the face of the planet? #i need friends #im lonely #pls be my friend

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i’m having a really not good night. here’s some songs to cry to Part 1

grand piano- nicki minaj

fire and rain- glee cast

ashes and wise- a fine frenzy

still around- #OH!3

possibility- lykke li

no surrender- glee cast

even my dad does sometimes- ed sheeran

jealous- labrinith

hotel ceiling- rixon

tell me its okay- gnash

the scientist- coldplay

lost- ivan b

over you- ingrid michaelson

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have- but i have it - lana del rey

6/10- dodie

talk me down- troye sivan

These are just some of my songs on my sad boi playlist. i’m there will be more sad nights to add more sad songs. lmk if you listen to any

#sad #sad face #sad boi hours #sad boi #lana del rey #coldplay #gnash #ngl one of these songs is from twilight #this is only the beginning #song rec #song recs #fyp #my life is a disaster #waiting for the end #troye sivan #glee #what even is life #why #see you in the morning

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folklore, in my words

the one- really liked it before the radio destroyed it, or i did, can’t really remember

cardigan- didn’t like even before it was popular, so sorry

TLGAD- meh, i don’t like houses. or people

exile- um, who was gonna tell me that Bon Iver was band, thought it was just some dude with a cool name

my tears ricochet- “and i still talk to you when i’m screaming in the sky” kills me every time

mirrorball- “i’ve never been a natural, all i do is try try try” Ms. Swift did not have to come after me like that 

seven- you can’t convince me that she is no bisexual 

august- after having my heart broken during a summer romance, it hits close to home 

this is me trying- me too taylor, me too

illicit affairs- “you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else” true heart break

invisible string- i don’t do happy things, not my type of song

mad woman- yes queen. men should go extinct. except some of the good ones

epiphany- wasn’t a huge fan at first but I love it now. love is real ig

betty- LOVE LOVE LOVE, there isn’t anything quite like a good dance to betty

peace- love this song. as a chaotic person myself, it put my feelings into words 

hoax- makes me believe in love again, can’t wait to have this with someone 

the lakes- ngl, haven’t listened to it more than once, oops

overall, fantastic album. slightly confused because it’s def a break up album and last i checked she and joe were going strong. but i’m not complaining. my depressed ass can always go for a good break up album. hope we can get a tour out of this one. my outfit would kill. 

as always, i’d love to know your opion, hmu :)

#folklore #taylor swif #review #betty is the loml #this album is superior #i'm waiting for my hoax

[maybe-its-britney-bitch]

CMBYN Meltdown

hi. so i just watched CMBYN for the first time on friday. to say it completely wrecked me is an understatement. i’ve been desperately looking through tumblr and AO3 for fix it fixes to help ease the pain. and the worst part is, i knew exactly how it ended. i had seen the ending of the movie a multitude of times. but getting so attached to Elio and Oliver and the people they are, it made the ending so much worse. ugh

Also, I didn’t think the whole age thing played that big of a role in the movie. It was never something that was obviously brought up. Though, I haven’t ever read the book (I know, I’m sorry). I have to imagine it’s a bit more of a big deal in the book.

pls respond, i like friends 🥺

#call me by your name #timothee chalamet #armie hammer #elio perlman #oliver #heart break #review #sad face #someone kill me #italy #i want to be a gay man in the summer of 1983 in northern italy

[maybe-its-britney-bitch]

Well of course

Tonight I found out I was being used by a guy I had fallen so deeply for. I was being used so he could get laid but in fact his heart was with someone else. I cried for a while, and I doubted myself. But honestly looking back. I don’t regret anything, so what he didn’t like me like I liked him. I’m not good enough for him, because he deserves someone that can stoop to his level and that’s not me. I’m not someone who can use someone like a tissue and throw them away.

Tomorrow is a new day, and I’ll be okay. I’ll have a new start, the sun will be shining and I’ll wake up and move on.

God is good.