sorry-night-blogging

Actual conversation i had last week
  • My friend: dude i just drew Alexander Hamilton, what should i put in his speech bubble?
  • Me: Laurens i like you a lot
  • My friend: no he looks sad
  • Me: Laurens i liked you a lot
  • My friend: SHIT DUDE NO
I would do anything for you if only you would hold me. But you told me to stop, so I did, for you. You told me to let go, but I couldn’t, for us, for me. My heart would shatter if I just let go of everything and I wish you would feel the same. Somehow I don’t see the pain I’m in reflected in you. You, with those big dry eyes and perfect face with pretty hair that falls around it. Did I love too much? Did I lose my sanity when I thought you were the best thing in my life? The worst part is that even with all my poems and late night crying, I don’t miss the hugs and kisses and hand holding as much as I miss you being a friend. Just talking about our days and sharing stories, that security and knowing you would have my back when I feel bad. And now that I feel the worst I have ever felt, you don’t want to talk. Forget romantic love, where is the reliable, consistent love we give our closest friends and family? It’s not about holding hands, it’s about holding hearts and you dropped mine.
—  I’m not angry, never angry at you. Just disappointed. I’m sorry

PFFFT what are you talking about I’m not hyping it hahaha who gave you that crazy idea hahaHAHA HAH A 😅

please send help all I’ve been doodling lately were these godforsaken robots is2g

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Brain:</b> what are you doing to prepare yourself for your first day of school tomorrow?<p/><b>Me:</b> idk. Reblogging all the gay ships.<p/><b>Brain:</b> you know, that just might work actually. but you know what might work better? goiNG THE FUCK TO SLEEP.<p/></p><p/></p>

“i’m going to lose followers if i blog about this one thing too much” you think, as you make another post a about that One Specific Thing. this is the 354th consectutive post. just one more reblog. nothing else has been on your dash in weeks. you’re not certain anything else still exists at all. you don’t think so.

you need help.

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Photos of the tattoo from my cecil cosplay at New York comic con… It was super fun!!! I met a lot of awesome people, and really awkwardly posed for a lot of pictures lmao

Just a random what if...

Ladybug and Chat Noir have to deliver Christmas presents using a magic bag (obtained using lucky charm). When you reach in, it’s a pre-wrapped gift that varies depending on what the person wanted. They go to Marinette’s house last. After placing Tom and Sabine’s gifts under the tree, she reaches in for hers when, all of a sudden, Chat dissapears. Screaming is heard from inside the bag, so she empties it to find a huge box addressed to herself. Ladybug is confused, Chat is both flattered and amused. “I would make a paw-some purr-esent”