I Was Right Two Times With My Ships. TWO TIMES

What kind of ache is this, that I think of someone holding my face in their hands with softness, and I start to cry.

The sole idea of someone being soft with me shakes my bones. Its scary. But if it ever happens, I would treasure every second of it, like a pirate.

Does that makes sense?

People, let me ask you all a question:

What do you think when you have an existential crisis or a mental breakdown?

I think that I am in need of a boyfriend or a romantic partner.

Then I recover and think that what I truly need are two things: to play the argentinian hymth in the Big Ben as a public manifestation of defiance, and to try to be a better christian.

Am I the only one that has those ideas?

“what type of tiredness is this? I'm so tired I cant even feel nothing more ”.

I AM HERE HELLO

REBLOG IF YOU SHIP HARRY/HERMIONE AKA HARMONY

I’m just really curios how many of us there are on tumblr, but if you’re still not convinced then do it for science

People, I'm watching Spy x Family and well, the things you do for the mission. *laughs maniatically *

How far i've went. Once you start you never end. First One Piece. Now Spy x Family. What's next?

“who needs a cwtch? Is like a hug, but deeper. It is given with the intention of bringing a safe place. "

—said by someone that truly needs a cwtch.

Sandman by Ed Sheeran is a whole freaking level. I have the idea that Morpheus would cry while hearing it cause it would remind him of Orpheus, since it says "honeybees and birds sing your song".

Fight me or cry with me, you're welcome.

My mother thinks that Nami is in love with Zoro.

What do I tell to her?

I miss those times. When childhood made everything brighter, when I used to feel safe with you. I miss all of it, I miss that version of you. But now you left childhood behind, or maybe, just left me behind. And all I want is to rip your throat with my teeth because I don't understand how could you just leave after all we shared. And because of that:

You owe me.

I'm not proud this, but I hope that the memories that haunt me haunts you too.

I bet you'd figured, I'd pass with the winter, be something easy to forget.

—Olivia Rodrigo.

You were my first best friend and my first love. I suppose that's why it hurted more when you left without a word.

Were you afraid of me loving you? You were my friend. Of course I loved you. Was it so difficult? To tell me you didn't feel the same and to make peace? I would have acepted it.

“Discover of the moment: turns out that the feeling of homesickness of a place that you never were in has a name: hiraeth. ”