galvatrongirl asked:

Yes hello, are we talking about grimmons here? I love the headcanon that Grif has the same cancer-curing laugh Geoff has (don't know if you've heard his laugh before, but it's just oddly infectious). And when Simmons first starts crushing on Grif he resists it like god no I am not in love with that lazy fatass, but then one day Grif cracks up at a joke and Simmons is just there blushing thinking, "well shit, fuck, you're in too deep now, Dick. This is it, this the point of no return."

Okay first of all Geoff Ramsey is life of course I’ve heard his laugh (and I wrote a fic about his laugh and grimmons here).

Second, that’s crazy adorable.

send me grimmons stuff


Taurus, love is a perfectly acceptable excuse.

Gemini, everybody has the cure for something.

Cancer, the heart does not have a maximum capacity.

Leo, others lack of ability to be loved is not a reflection of your ability to love.

Virgo, it is okay to still be growing.

Libra, you have always been the poem.

Scorpio, a parent does not have to be a home.

Sagittarius, how lucky it is to care about something enough for it to hurt you.

Capricorn, there is nothing to fear about the person you used to be.

Aquarius, give yourself permission to become.

Pisces, do not confuse being left with being broken.

Aries, we need you here.
—  MAY HOROSCOPES, by Blythe Baird (2015)

so you fell in love with danielle haim

maybe you saw her slay on the grammys red carpet in a flawless white suit

or you got a glimpse of her shredding the guitar

maybe a gif of her dancing caught your eye

or you heard that voice of hers

and you could tell that despite all her confidence on stage

she’s actually really shy

and a huge nerd

and so you found yourself head over heels in love.

shh it’s ok. don’t fight it. just let it happen

we’re in this together.

a little broken
a little battered
and a little misused.

But if you can think of me as beautiful
with my sad, hallow eyes
my pale, scarred skin
and my tired, bone-weary body,
if you can think of me as happiness,

then maybe I can start loving myself too.

—  I just need a little help, a bit of persuasion // c.j.j.
No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.
—  Haruki Murakami