food lit

the moon was my
dearest friend and
every night we met
to talk about how 
lonely we were;
me in a planet home
to seven billion and her,
amongst the infinite
universe
—  vp

This is seriously the most precious thing I have ever seen.. 😭 It’s so genuine and beautiful. And that look they share before laughing! Wooh! I seriously love Yugyeom’s laugh!! Oh my dear.. 😚❤️❤️YugBam was/is soaring!!

He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans and just watched her quietly as she unraveled before him.
“You hurt me,” she whispered accusingly.
He sighed. “I know.”
“You don’t trust anyone do you?”
He shook his head.
“Then why did you say you loved me?” Her voice was small, timid even, as if she were afraid of what his response would be.
“Because I did. Because I do.” He said forcibly.
His reply elicited a bitter laugh from her.
“Right.” she sneered, “That’s why you came into my life and left me behind in pieces.”
She felt tears in her eyes and blinked them away angrily. “Why’d you do it, huh? Why’d you treat me like I never mattered?”
He dragged his eyes away from the floor to look at her face.
“Because it’s easier to destroy something you love than it is to watch it leave.”
“I would have never left,” she said softly.
—  n.g // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #22
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like us posterssullivan meadows

i watch her through the door’s window, walking to the red poppy cabin alone and brave. so brave. because every camper probably knows who she is before she even introduces herself. in the same breath, she has no idea who they are. it’s unequal footing, but if there’s anyone who has the endurance and will to pull themselves higher – it’s sullivan minnie meadows.

Your hands are Really Nice- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (requested) Reader is too shy to tell Jughead about her feelings, so Veonica and Betty take matters in to their own hands (mostly Veronica)

Warnings: Swears, fluff so much fluff I couldn’t even deAL

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Being in love with your best friend isn’t easy. It feels taboo, like it’s wrong, and unhealthy. You’ll lay awake at ungodly hours of the night, wondering “How did this happen?” You’ll replay every moment of every waking minute you spent with them, wondering how in the world you ended up lying on your floor with an empty bowl of ramen beside your head and imagining what it would feel like to kiss them. You’ll catch yourself admiring the tiniest insignificant things about them, and every detail of their stupidly cute face, and every indent and curve and freckle on their body, and let me tell you, it sucks. Falling in love with your best friend isn’t easy, especially when your best friend is Jughead Jones.


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