drown in love


Lance pokes fun of Shiro being a merman (not an actual merman unfortunately), and pidge and hunk, defending their father’s honour, dares lance to take some of Shiro’s classes (he teaches people how to become merppl n all that w allura). 

Lance takes the dare and finds out this guy from one of his classes, whom he has a one-sided rivalry with, goes for mermaid lessons as well and *insert oh no he’s hot moment here*

anyway there’s lots of pining and swimming and mermaids and keith being obsessed with the mythical merpeople n lance finding it endearing as hell

[edit:] I’m not planning to write this however I will be building upon this au If you wanna write this or whatever could you link it to me? I wanna see it :D

But if I hold your hand,
I’ll never let go
and if I look into your eyes,
I’ll never look away.
So I warn you to stay away
And I try to push you away
Because you just might
leave me one day.
Then I’ll be left wishing
I could’ve held you
for one more day,
Playing the lyrics that
remind me of you on replay.
And then I’ll blame
myself for letting you stay
Only regretting that I
didn’t beg you to stay,
Only regretting that I
that I let you slip away.
—  I.m.
And I don’t say it, but I can’t help but to think that she might never find what she’s looking for. She’s always laughing just a little too loud, or answering just a little too quickly, or holding onto things that she should’ve let go of years ago….She is so thirsty for love that she drowns in it every time.
—  Poetry At Most
But must it always be a tragedy?
Maybe suns are meant to love
boys who fall into seas.
—  Dear poets, it’s time to rewrite Icarus | p.d

I never get my hopes up ‘cause then I’ll never get let down
But you were something special
I didn’t notice until now

(False Alarm // Becky Hill & Matoma)

Body Dysmorphic Disorder

Let’s take a moment to talk about body dysmorphia. BDD is more than an insecurity, a “hang up” or simply being self-conscious. Body dysmorphia is a dark, malicious creature that wraps its tentacles around your throat and slowly watches the life slip from your eyes. BDD destroys you. BDD makes you forget who you once were. Body dysmorphia is a nagging voice from deep within, telling you that you’ll never be enough. You’ll never be thin enough. You’ll never be pretty enough. Your skin will never be smooth enough. So you obsessively pick your face… your skin… every bump… every dark spot… every dry patch. Body dysmorphia is constantly being aware of exactly which parts of your body dare to move or jiggle, even a fraction of an inch, while you walk or run… you mentally note these areas and tell yourself that you’ll only be loved once they’ve disappeared from existence. BDD is bundling yourself in long sleeves and pants in the dead of summer because you can’t bare to look at your own skin in the mirror. BDD is intentionally starving yourself until you’re faint from weakness. BDD is brushing your teeth until your gums bleed because you can’t quite get them white enough or straight enough, knowing full well that your efforts are frivolous. BDD is hating every inch of yourself. It’s never being comfortable in your own skin. It’s hiding behind hats and scarves and layer upon layer of clothing. BDD delights in watching your soul wither away. Stop telling us that we’re needy, insecure or hard to love. We’re fighting a monster that you’ve never met.

Te vi mirándola, como si ella te diera el mundo que siempre esperaste tener, y por primera vez... Sé cómo se siente ahogarte a pesar de estar fuera del océano.

I find it hard to breath.