Watched I Want To Eat Your Pancreas, Given and listened to Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery because I’m still not over Banafish…All on the same day…
I’m so tired. All the time.
I do not feel good. I thought ice cream would make me feel better but it didn’t. My head hurts so bad.
oh my gosh cherine, my darling love i miss you more. no wait I MISS YOU THE MOSTEST. please come and give me some much needed cherine love. 😔
director june <3
And as those last words left your lips you were already gone.
“Do you even miss me, miss my calls, my texts, do you miss how hard I would fight to keep you￼ next to me, how I would beg for you to stay in bed just five more minutes, please, tell me you miss me….”
The way my heart soared when I read this 🥺 Thank you so much for your kind words and taking your time to send me a message! I’m so glad you’re liking the story and my writing, it makes me so happy knowing that people out there are feeling like this and ugghhh my heeaartt ❤️❤️❤️❤️
and when i tagged slow burn on my fic i really did mean slow burn lmao!!
Thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️
“I can’t help but miss the way your lips fit so perfectly with mine, the way your hands were slightly bigger, the way you kissed my forehead after I cried… I can’t help but miss you.”
Summary: People often say that love at first sight was plausible, but Reid knew it was a hoax. Or at least he thought its a hoax, he couldn’t really speak about other people’s experiences. Reid didn’t really believe in falling in love in general really. It just wasn’t something he thought about. He thought about facts, things he can compartmentalize and put into boxes in his mind. Love was not something he could easily grasp and put into a single box. Sure he loved his team, his friends, his family, but it wasn’t the same as romantic love.
But right now, with you curled up next to him and the moonlight shining through the windows, casting shadows onto your cheeks and a soft smile on your lips, he thought that maybe, just maybe it was plausible.
The one where you and Spencer don’t talk about feelings and end up dating each other without knowing.
Status: Ongoing! Updated! (10/19/20)
Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader
Sometimes recovery is sitting in bed with Reid and eating double chocolate chip cookies with milk, laughing at the milk mustaches on each other’s upper lip, and telling terrible jokes. Other days it’s scrubbing your skin raw in the bath while Spencer sits on the bathroom floor reminding you that skin cells regenerate between two weeks to a month and the feeling of being dirty won’t last forever. That you’ll be scrubbed clean of the past and eventually it’ll become a distant memory.
Sometimes it’s nights where you’re feeling broken and sobbing in the middle of your bathroom because you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and thought about how many people have seen your bare skin. Other times it’s Spencer trying to cook and accidentally setting lunch on fire, making you laugh until you can’t breathe.
Hi baby…. 😭💔
B: “See ya later then, Doc…”
still reading about early modern sexuality bc ehh i am but a simple man, and this guy is like “yeah he said "friend” in the text and one meaning of friend according to the dictionary is “lover” and I interpret it like that" and it’s like he’s doing the opposite of the “these men who called eachother "my love” and wanted to be buried together were clearly just friends" and I feel like there is a joke in this which I am not witty enough to make
I wish I could hold you right now.
Gotta Kick At the Darkness till it Bleeds Daylight…
I miss the beginning. I miss learning you and yr body. Listening to this, just makes me want to touch you again. Though all I can see is your face, crying.
I’m ready, yknw - it’s just time to go