love & leftovers

viktor nikiforov is evil. not the “sabotage your bf to not win gold” kind of evil as so many people insist on seeing him, but the “will slide his freezing cold hands under your clothes” kind of evil.

I washed my broken heart
with beach waves and sunsets.
I stitched my battle scars
with threads of leftover love.
I stood in a sea of strangers,
without hangover, whatsoever.

I am every invisible painting on your skin.
You wish they were from my lips and my fingertips.
I am the silence in your living room
You wish we could dance together
on thirty-second floor without music on.
I am those deep conversations
you wish you could have
from a stormy evening until sunny morning.

But you didn’t get it, did you?
Women like me don’t take weak men
Men who couldn’t handle their chaos
wouldn’t be able to handle ours.
Men who come back would
always be unwelcome.

I was the decision you didn’t make.
I was the war you didn’t fight for.
I am a place you can’t come home to.
There’s no point crawling back to me.

I’m over you.

—  Shaine Salcedo, The City Doesn’t Hum Your Name Anymore

“You left me some dinner in the fridge? awwh sweet

 (Kuroo in a suit? kuroo in a suit)

What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?
—  Maggie O'Farrell, After You’d Gone
Originally, I collected these images to show how Scoob & Shag walk by the exact same house over and over again...

…but then I realized they also make a great montage of Shaggy’s love for leftover pizza!

Seriously, even the natural order they’re in is perfect.

The establishing shot.

The initial concern for the pizza’s freshness.

The comfort found in the pizza being still warm.

…perhaps a little too much comfort being found.

The anticipation of soon getting at the pizza.

…and suddenly, a shadowy figure, perhaps here to steal the aforementioned pizza!

Will Shaggy and his beloved leftover pizza make it out this time? Tune in next week to find out!

Same pizza time, same pizza channel.

What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?
—  Maggie O’ Farrell, After You’d Gone.