if i fell in love with queue

a message from women:
do you know what it’s like to be left alone in love?
do you know what it’s like to feel stuck in love?
do you know what it’s like to be too depressed?
do you know what it’s like to have to beg for
forever from a person who neglects your history?
do you what it’s like to lose everything?
do you know what it’s like to feel abandoned?
do you know what it’s like to wait?
do you know that i will never be too near or too far away?
honestly, i’m still waiting for closure.
i still question what this is— or what this was?
because i can’t help but hope
our feelings were mutual.
do you know how it feels to constantly chase
a feeling you’re addicted to?
do you know i’ve got the jones for you.
and an appetite. and a sweet tooth.
do you know i prayed for you?
from night ’til day.
regardless of my better judgement or dismay
time after time after promises
that never seemed impossible or too good to be TRUE.
do you know what it’s like to try
convincing yourself that— this was the truth.
like i was the woman created for you.
do you know how much i’ve craved you?
i’ve searched for you everywhere
in people, in prayer, in psalm.
in different lovers, in god.
and god— i, wish you really knew.
that i’d love you till death,
or that i’d kill for you.
or that i feel you, like soul deep, like
deeper than anyone ever will.
do you know what it’s like to feel dead inside
and see you so alive, still?

but these days i feel alive.
i’ve been able to realize
you just weren’t meant for me.
these days i don’t cry over
spilled milk.
or lost love
or things i have no control of.
these days i just love myself more.
i just know there’s a happily ever after.
these days i just — don’t see it with you.
nothing personal i think i just fell too quick for your potential.
i just wanted you to be the one.
i just thought we made sense
but now i love myself enough to know better..

—  Reyna Biddy
settle down: one — t.h

warnings: swearing.

word count: 1.4k

summary:  a series in which tom has had his fair share of meaningless kisses and he only hopes that his best friend will be his meaningful one.  

series parts: part one | part two

author’s note: this is so cheesy but pls let me live my college, best friend tom fantasy thank u and i hope u enjoy !!! i think i might do a part two??


        Tom loves his best friend.

        Not in the romantic way that you’d expect him too, where he’d get all flustered when she talks or imagines all the different ways he’d kiss her if he had the chance too, or at least that’s what he thought until he realized that he’d been having meaningless hookups all throughout college to avoid settling down because in reality, he wanted to settle down with her.

      It was perfect really, she was perfect for him and it frustrated him knowing she couldn’t see that. And why not? he thought, when they understood each other’s jokes like no other, laughed at each one, and had far more inside jokes than anyone would ever be able to tell. “You’re an idiot,” she’d tell him after he made her laugh and sometimes if she laughed too much she’d add an, “I hate you,” in which he’d teasingly ask, “Do you really?” and her response would always be no, “No, you know I love you.”

      It was always like that, friendly I love you’s and nothing more and as much as Tom loved it, he couldn’t help but want more. Was it bad that he wanted more? She was his friend, she’d always been his friend, his best friend and there was never a time where they were anything more.

      “T?” she said, snapping him out of his thoughts as she walked through the door, irritation clear in her voice. “T, where are you?”

      “In here!” he shouted and almost continued with asking her what’s wrong, but when she walked into his room, her head immediately fell onto his shoulder, an exhale following, he knew it wasn’t the the time.

      “Rough day?” he asked a few minutes later, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear and pressing his lips against her forehead before asking her, “Wasn’t your lit exam today?”

      “No.. I mean yes, but that’s not what’s bothering me.”

      “Then what, babe.”

      She exhaled, not wanting to lift her head from his shoulder and instead tilting her head to look up at him. “Ok, so I did have my lit exam today and it wasn’t bad, honestly I think I did alright and she said she was gonna curve it so that’s even better, but after the exam I was walking out and this girl came up to me like super mad.”

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okay so i’m in love with this girl. it’s been two years and i even have a blog where i write poetry and gush about her so you know it’s real.
anyway we were face-timing and just talking. she said she’d be right back, had to get her glasses. now i knew she had glasses, but i’d never seen her wear them before. i look away from the screen for two seconds, look back, and bam. my princess is sitting there, looking pretty and sweet in her glasses. remember i had never seen her in them before.

most girls would have just complimented her and moved on, but not i. being the incredibly useless lesbian i am, i began to cry. i was so overwhelmed by how incredibly beautiful my precious girl looked in her glasses that i began to weep. she laughed and asked what was wrong. i explained and she only laughed more.

that was a few months ago and i still love her in her glasses. she looks so stunning and i swear that i literally fell in love with aphrodite.

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3x18 - The Singularity - Part 2 (Part 1)

Peaceful Rest

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

I watched her as she climbed into one of the motel beds, pulling back the slightly scratchy comforter and sliding into the not so comfortable sheets.

“Night, Dean,” she sighed, her left arm curling under one of the pillows and pulling it closer to her, snuggling into it and pulling the blankets over her head to burrow deeper into the bed, hiding from the light.

I smiled softly at her form in the bed, the smile reaching my eyes as I recalled the countless times she had crawled into a bed without knowing how inviting she was. She had no idea the things she did to me. It was like she wasn’t even trying and that made her sex appeal skyrocket times a million.

Slowly, I began undressing, first my suit jacket, then my tie, and before long I was in nothing but a grey undershirt and my boxers. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to fall asleep with her in my arms. So many nights, sharing a bed, I’d wanted so desperately to reach over and pull her into my arms, but I didn’t.

Tonight that was going to change.

I glanced at Sam’s sleeping body in the other bed before sliding into the bed with Y/N. She didn’t stir, not registering my presence.

Slowly, hesitantly, I wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. She sighed against my chest and moved slightly in my arms.

Immediately my arms stiffened around her, afraid she would think I had lost it or something.

Instead, she turned in my harms and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her head in my chest. I pushed her hair out of her face and realized she was dead to the world. It didn’t stop her from seeking comfort in me and that made my heart swell.

I kissed the top of her head and sighed contentedly. I finally had the girl of my dreams, in bed, wrapped in my arms, and she was passed out cold. I chuckled softly, kissing her temple before hugging her closer to me.

“I love you, Y/N,” I whispered in her hair. “Maybe one day I’ll be man enough to tell you to your face,” I sighed before I fell asleep with her safe in my arms where she belonged.

BTS Reactions - Another girl flirts with them

Your jaw clenches as you watch the girl behind the checkout flirt with your boyfriend. You’ve come to do your weekly food shop, and as she’s scanning the items through she’s chatting away to your boyfriend, telling him how amazing his hair is, and how his pants fit him so well and how he looks like a movie star. He looks incredibly uncomfortable, and you’ve just about had enough. As your boyfriend gets out his wallet to pay, you turn to the girl and look her dead in the eyes as you say very bluntly,

“Can’t you control your ‘hoemones’?”

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