bom bom bom my heart

  • psychic: what are you thinking rn
  • me:
  • my brain: people should really stop calling connor mckinley a completely 100% Pure Cinnamon Roll like he had no faults, at least not before post-finale, bc you know what, he is the one who completely ignored kevin's panicked, unstable state after he literally witnessed a person shot dead and got their blood splattered all over him and was possibly having a panic attack or hyperventilating and just went straight to "the mission president is coming"; he is the one who denied kevin's help after seeing him repent and genuinely apologize for his actions //after// he had his Spooky Hell Dream, doubling the adverse impact of rejection //and// he knew better, bc he had them nightly, he knew exactly what it feels like; he is the one who literally pushes kevin away and went straight to arnold when he was supposed to be the district leader and had the responsibility to care for all the elders under his wing. connor mckinley is a highly flawed character and it is canon, so stop erasing his faults and stop acting like he is perfect when you just dish on kevin all the ti-
  • psychic: i agree

Here are some Kevin/Arnold/Nabulungi head canons that no one asked for or wants. They’re in a poly relationship and you can fight me: 

  • After the events of the musical, Arnold and Naba are together, and they’re adorable with their new relationship, and he introduces her to Star Wars and Lord of the Rings and it’s great
  • Kevin never breaks Rule 72 again, and it doesn’t take long before Kevin accepts the fact that he has feelings for Arnold 
  • Except, y’know, Arnold is with Naba, so Kevin is a Pining Wreck
  • Arnold, truthfully, has liked Kevin since they were back at the mission training center, because Kevin was The Golden Boyand probably a good half of the Mormons had crushes on him 
  • But as much as Arnold has found himself falling in love with Kevin, he loves Naba, too…Which results in Arnold feeling really guilty and shitty for awhile because he feels like he’s hurting both of them 

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The various stages of a verified blackjack Park Chanyeol reacting to 2ne1 disbandment news today

*sees news on his phone*

*leans on wall for support*

*shook af*

*loses hope in the world*

*gets reply text from bom*

“GUYS IT’S OK SHE SAYS SHE’S HAPPY TO BE OUT OF THE YG DUNGEON SHE’S GOING TO COME BACK HOME TO US SOON”

YOOOO the book is so good!!!!! i haven’t finished reading it yet but it’s so quirky and amazingly them?? and i love that they didn’t hold back on the cheesy, sentimental stuff either :> the dedication to ben at the beginning got me pms-ing EXTRA hard

bom perfumes of my heart 

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide here they give themselves up wholly to feeling, and breathe forth their sweetest odours. Flow forth, ye perfumes of my heart, and seek beyond these mountains the dear one of my dreams!

Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Do you hear that?
That’s the sound of my heart beating.

Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Do you hear that?
That’s the sound of you heart beating. 

It was the first day of October. I was wearing my blue sweater, you know the one I bought at Dillard’s? The one with a double knitted hem and holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves? It was the same sweater you said you made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean.

You promised to love me forever that night..
and boy did you ever!

It was the first day of December this time. I was wearing my blue sweater, you know the one I bought at Dillard’s? The one with a double knitted hem and holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves? It was the same sweater you said you made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean.

I told you I was three weeks late.
You said it was fate.

You promised to love me forever that night..
and boy did you ever!

It was the first day of May. I was wearing my blue sweater, although this time the double stitched hem was worn and the strength of each thread tested as they were pulled tight against my growing belly. You know the one. The same one I bought at Dillard’s? The one with holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but I didn’t feel like wearing gloves? It was made the same sweater you said made my eyes look like reflections of the stars on the ocean.

The same sweater you ripped off of my body as you shoved me to the floor,
calling me a whore, 
telling me you didn’t love me anymore. 

Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Do you hear that?
That’s the sound of my heart beating.

Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Bom Bom..
Do you hear that?
That’s the sound of your heart beating.

*silence*
Do you hear that?
Of course you don’t.
That’s the silence of my womb.
Because you
RIPPED
OFF
MY 
SWEATER.

—  Blue Sweater, Colleen Hoover