In the end it was alright
but it was not what I deserved
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As a community it is vital that we uplift POC trans voices. Not just because we deserve to be heard (and believe me we do) but because trans children of color deserve to know they have this option. They deserve to see themselves represented alive and happy.
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Me after watching Subspace Rhapsody without getting a single duet from Pike and Una
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im sad about the glare again now. i like the glare more than the sniffer i like the glare more than the moobloom the glare truly is my everything. and he was taken from me..........................................................
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Maybe you weren’t a terrible person, maybe you were just thirteen.
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think i'm leaning into the anger stage of grief like why did all those people i opened up to get to just do whatever they wanted with me and then as soon as i reciprocated they cut me off. are you that fucking scared of me? am i that fucking stupid that i didn't see their hands about to yank the rug out from under me?
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Good Omens S2 SPOILERS
So I was initially very angry with Aziraphale. I still am in a way, but I think I understand and am open to being more understanding about why he did what he did. I still find it so hard to believe that he would and could do what he did to Crowley on his own, but I also know the power trauma holds over a person and that man has religious trauma that runs deep as hell in his heart.
That’s it.
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a girl I went to high school with just got engaged and her now fiancé set up a camera for where he popped the question and he went on about how much he loved her and how much she means to him and how she’s made him a better person and like…Nick didn’t even get down on his knee…he just opened the box and said “will you?” And that was after he almost proposed to me in a parking lot for where we were gonna go hiking because he didn’t want to do it in front of a ton of people so I said “not here”, we hiked, and then we drove out to a garden for privacy and still he couldn’t even make more of a grand gesture other than *opens box* “will you?”
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When we were one.
Regulus Black x fem!reader
Tears spilled onto the cold, hard ground. Down on her knees, sobbing and crying, screaming at the field of dandelions. Her hair all messy, wet and sticky from all the tears and rain.
The thunder swallowed her hoarse voice. Her dress was soaking, sticking to her skin. Some of the edges were sticking to mud.
She kept screaming and shouting. She felt as if she wanted to rip her chest open and claw at it. As if she wanted to stab herself to relief her of her pain.
She felt as though someone took her heart and made her watch as they crushed it and squished it till it was mush.
She wanted death.
She wished for it.
She hoped someone could just shoot the killing curse at her. She wished those above her would put an end for her misery.
After years of worry and hiding; she begged to feel peace. She had forgotten what it felt like to feel happy. Safe. Loved.
She wanted him, she called for him, but he was gone and he wasn't coming back.
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We look for apologies, but we don’t always find them. The thing is to be okay, even if they never arrive.
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I hate that someday all of the memories of us being in love, doing reckless shit and taking on the world with each other will soon be something you recall to tell your future kids about me, the girl you so easily forgot while you ran to the girl you told me not to worry about.
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