we all know the “clearly they hate me” thing with bpd but can we talk about “clearly they’re dead” thing because it’s such a horrible feeling when you’re sat there, heart racing, already starting to grieve because you fully believe that they might have died and then they respond and you have to pretend like you weren’t just mentally attending their funeral
Founded by Salazar Slytherin, the house is traditionally home to students who exhibit such traits as cunning, resourcefulness, and ambition. Its emblematic animal is a snake and its colours are green and silver.
I forgot that my niece is 7 years old, so when I casually mentioned that Garrus Vakarian was my space husband she took it literally and burst into tears, asking my sister why she wasn’t allowed to go to the wedding. I showed her a picture of Garrus, hoping that would explain that I was kidding without me spelling it out, but all she did was squint at it and ask if he was wearing a mask or he really looked like a dinosaur.
Everyone hates me since I was a little girl and nobody really nobody knows how fucking much I need you. You neither. You don’t know how much you mean to me. And that hurts so fucking much. It hurts so much that I don’t wanna live anymore.
That moment when we’ve been making out and we pull back to take a second…to check in or catch our breaths. The way you look at me and you’re not really smiling, but your eyes are sparkling and I get lost in how many colors blend into each other…I feel you holding my face or scratching up my sides softly. You might laugh at my hair sticking up or just sigh like you’re the most relaxed and happiest person in human existence…That moment wraps me up in a safe bubble and nothing else matters but how warm you are against me and how perfect it feels to be with each other.