real beats

i was gonna look up where avril lavigne’s from and i typed her name into google and ‘avril lavigne girlfriend’ popped up and my lil gay heart started beating real fast but then i realised that girlfriend is just one of her songs kdjsfk

I put Cassandra in a dress
(now I run for my life)

You know what I see when I look at this screencap?

Yuuri standing there in Victor’s arms with the most tranquil look on his face. It’s like he’s saying, “I’m home.” without ever having to say a word.

This is the kind of love I like to say. Not the sappy, poetic, romantic platitudes that have become so overused and cliché these days. I like to see the love in a relationship rather than hear about it. Words and talk are cheap. It’s the body language and facial expressions that I enjoy seeing. The looks in their eyes. The soft smiles on their faces. The subtle flush in Yuuri’s cheeks. The way his entire being relaxes into Victor’s embrace. The way Victor is so willing to just hold Yuuri despite prying eyes from surrounding people. They have ascended into a world all their own, one where all they ever need is each other (and Makkachin). I mean, they were so absorbed in their embrace, in each other, that they completely forgot about their luggage.

Sometimes I feel like crying for no reason, my heart starts beating real quick and a sudden feeling of dread overwhelms me. Sometimes I wish feelings like these don’t exist.
—  What’s wrong with me?