Next Year I’ll Be 20. An Age I Never Thought I’d Reach. I Never Truly Envisioned A Life Past Sixteen.

do you want me to beg for ravi to be a main? bc i will. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

THE WAY THEY ALWAYS LOSE EACH OTHER IN THE RAIN I CANNOT COPE 😭

If I had a nickel for every time Buck and Eddie have lost each other in the rain, I’d have three nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it’s happened thrice.

sometimes I scare myself with the anger that lies within me. It sits dormant, waiting for the time to rise and make itself known. and when it does, it consumes me and comes out in angry heaving sobs as I gasp to scream what I’ve kept hidden underneath the surface for so long. I can’t remember the last time I was angry and shouted without crying. without the ensuing meltdown that typically follows. maybe it is never truly anger I feel, not wholly anyways. It’s tainted by other emotions, other feelings.

maybe this makes me bitter, at least I think it does to some degree. It scares me how angry I can be sometimes, how much rage I have within me. angry at the people around me, at the world, at the circumstances I am presented with, as I cling to the mere notion it has to be some sort of higher power surely testing me. for what I’m not sure, maybe I’ll never know. maybe I don’t want to.

one day, I will not cry myself to sleep at the mere thought of you.

the gasps and sobs claw their way out of my throat, as desperate as a plea to be heard. my body wracks with sobs as I silently feel myself fall apart.

knowing that every big milestone of my life is tainted by grief for everyone around me, and guilt on my end about the fact that there should’ve been two of us going through it together. I feel guilty for surviving, even though it’s not my fault, and it was a matter of circumstances. It’s weird knowing I’m grieving a half of me, a person I never got to meet and grow up with.

PLEASE DEAR GOD GET HIS ASS

Prayer circle for Gerrard to have a deadly bee allergy.

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me coded as fuck

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

never kill yourself.

Sure,I guess in their world Sarina Wiegman does not exist…

SHE did it FIRST and SHE did it BETTER.

IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE A CHELSEA FAN💙😍