do the gods love their creations? Would you ever think to love me?
shhh, oh my gosh, of course i do, i love you so much, oh my GOD, don't even think like that, you're so amazing and beautiful, stop it, don't, ok? i love you. i LOVE you. please sit down, you've been working so hard
Voltron multishippers are so pure, so lovely. You took my trash post and its thrilling sequel and the unanimous response was that all of the ships were valid and that all of the characters could love each other. You restored my faith in the fandom, thank you
i know it’s hard to accept compliments as anything other than lies. but when somebody blurts, “you’re beautiful,” take a breath. think of your dog, panting happily and covered in mud. think of your mother in her bathrobe with her hair in tinfoil while the dye sets. think of your best friend with her face streaked with tears and makeup. think of your little brother when he was sick and his face was a red puffy mess. think of how, even then, your heart swelled up with love of them. this is i think where compliments come from: when they look at you, no matter what, they see somebody beautiful, not some body, beautiful.