Please, can we be friends again?” He asked me desperately.

I hesitated before answering him

“…We were never friends to begin with, so how can we go back to something we never were?”

He furrowed his brows and shook his head before responding.

“I, I don’t understand.”

I let out an exasperated breath

“Friends don’t kiss each other, friends don’t have sex and most importantly friends don’t fall in love. So please, spare me. We both know that we were never “just friends” and we never will be friends.“

He responded with silence.
—  His silence spoke more words than he ever did.

“I’m proud of who I am
No more monsters, I can breathe again
And you said that I was done
Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come
‘Cause I can make it on my own
And I don’t need you, I found a strength I’ve never known
I’ll bring thunder, I’ll bring rain, oh-oh
When I’m finished, they won’t even know your name”

Imagine one day Louis singing this. Being allowed to sing this. And then instead of Kesha’s whistle note, he just screams. 

Local boy glows with praise from Actual Time Travelers 

In other words, I loved Missing Milo. Not only did we get some amazing interactions between the pistachio protectors and Milo, but it is also is setting up what looks to be an absolutely amazing storyline, and I am so excited. Furthermore, when I thought that Diogee’s name couldn’t get any better we were told his middle name. Diogee Ex Machina Murphy. It just makes me truly happy to know that.


I miss the early part of our relationship when you drove around with me in the middle seat, you’re hand on my thigh and we laughed at stupid jokes and sang songs way too loudly.

I miss you surprising me and taking me places you want to show me.

I miss the look you would give me when you would tell me to dress up or when I put a little more effort into my appearance than usual and your eyes would widen and you would get this goofy grin on your face and tell me how beautiful I looked.

I miss our easy laughter and the dimples that I love so much.

I miss the way we used to talk about us without the fear of my departure looming over heads. How simple it was that we could imagine our future children and a large plot of land and travel and love. 

I miss good morning texts.

I miss how it felt to lay in your arms or in the same bed and not worry that you were disappointed if I didn’t want to mess around that night.

I miss feeling like a priority to you.

I miss you hyping me up. I am an insecure piece of trash, and you complimenting me all the time and acting like you were proud to have me on your arm was one of the best things you could have done for me. Even when I called it cheesy I adored it.

I miss laughing every time we say something at the same time or joking about already acting like a married couple.

I miss talking about the deepest questions with you.

I miss our easy conversation when I would lay on your chest or you would lay on my stomach or we would ride around in the car or sit by a fire and talk about anything and everything. I had your undivided attention and you acted like you wanted to speak with me and be around me.

I miss feeling like you want to be with me.

I don’t know if it’s because I am leaving and you are trying to pull away from me before you get hurt, or if it’s because you are realizing you don’t have feelings for me anymore. I’m sorry if I am annoying to you. Whatever it is, please tell me. 

I love you, even though I know a piece of you does not and may never belong to me. I miss the easiness of being together that we had, the effort we each put in, and the innocent desire to just be near each other that created this beautiful whatever this is.

Talk to me. Be with me. Make me feel wanted, desired, beautiful. Reassure me. Love me.

Blue <3 

Claude Julien: So basically we’re completely swamped. All hands on deck.

Nathan Beaulieu: I’m not even on this team anymore.

Claude Julien: Don’t care. I need anyone with a pulse and a brain to pitch in.

Brendan Gallagher walks in the room: Claude, do you need help with anything?

Claude Julien: No, we’re good thanks. In fact, you can head home early.