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My favourite friendships are the ones where you donāt do anything special together but enjoy the presence of the other. Lying on one of your beds, both scrolling on your phones in silence. One of you sitting on the others bathroom counter talking mainly to yourself while they do their makeup and brush their teeth in the morning. Helping your friend unload the dishwasher before you leave to go somewhere. Sitting in silence together, both studying for different classes. Sitting next to each other on the couch while one is on the phone, positing with their sister who moved out. FaceTiming while one reads and one draws, just so the option to talk to somebody is there. Walking one of your dogs together. One lying in the sun, almost asleep, while the other rants about their partner. Quiet friendships.
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āSuddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.ā
ā F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place
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sorry i overreacted i had no idea everything would be fine
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you and I are poetry, dancing off of the pages.
pressia // āletters to my loverā
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Listen, I know I said I was over her. And I am, Really. The issue is that the friendship is still quite homoerotic. And that would be fine. (Barely) BUT I just remembered how the last homoerotic friendship ended and Iām not keen to go through that again.
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I want to reshape my mullet rn and mum knows this was the plan but dad doesnāt and heās in a bad mood so Iām scared heās gonna hear the electric shaver and get mad lol
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"I always give ao3 authors love" this
"ao3 authors are my deities and I worship them" that
one time, I made an ao3 author cry because I complimented their fic too hard.
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This motivation (threat?) (warning?) from Rossi is the only reason imma go back to school Monday
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They say we might go back to the old house.
But deep down I know we never will.
I donāt honestly know if Iād love to or hate to. But when the night is dark, the house is quiet and my thoughts and emotions are fighting, I realise it doesnāt matter. Both options ruin me. And the choice isnāt mine.
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Iām another universe, I hope I know how to love gently.
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And at the end of the day, all I really wanted was to be known by someone. Perhaps thatās why I will latch onto anybody who makes me feel seen.
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I donāt fear you anymore.
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āI still love the people Iāve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.ā
ā Uma Thurman
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