okay, yes, I know that comma isn't supposed to be there but I want the reader to take a breath! I want a pause! Stop trying to correct me, I'm trying to control the flow of reading
spotify wrapped is out and everybody is always posting their top 5 songs….. let’s see some love for number 6 that didn’t make the cut. rb and add your number 6
not to do this again. but i simply can't. deal. with the whole. i don't read wips attitude. i can't. I AM NOT. talking about people who have some disability etc. that makes reading wips hard for whatever reason. i'm talking more about the general attitude of like. i want long fics but only once they're completely finished. that is a WILD ask my guy. wild. read wips. READ WIPS. it just needs to be less socially acceptable in this space not to read wips. i am so tired of getting comments being like "i never read wips but--" my guy wut. READ WIPS. WIPS are the backbone of this fandom, i cannot stress this enough. fanfiction will die out if you don't read and engage with wips. who are yall and where do you think u are?
i really liked she didn’t announce anything. it was the last night of eras and only that
I have a type:
Dark haired, intelligent, emotional, psychopaths
"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"
But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.
It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?
*points at a Gnashgab* Look broth'r! There's thy equal.
Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’
this is just my unprofessional opinion but fuck all that shit
sebastian : i have something to tell you.
kimi *not even looking up* : we're not going to adopt oliver.
sebastian : BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! HE'S SO SWEET AND INNOCENT!!
kimi *looking at charles* : i'm not falling for that again.
There's this café/bakery where I live and I always order a sweet french toast for breakfast and the waitress doesn't even need to ask me what I want anymore. She also keeps an eye out for me and notices when I haven't been there in a while. It feels nice to know that the staff look forward to seeing me and that they know I'm not going to cause a scene or anything, they also know that I tip well :) Idk, I like being a regular.
Starving to death this morning because ive been to the new local cafe twice this week already and if i go a third time ill look desperate.
I propose that the tumblr girlies (gender neutral) get together and crowdfund to buy our own Formula 1 team, and then make every single decision through voting on polls.
"Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe." – Andrea Gibson
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