thats not even the best quote

I don’t know how to fucking explain what happened with us. The best way I can put it is “he was here one day, and then gone the next.” Everyone keeps asking me what happened, how can two people that fit together so well, no longer even look at each other? but How the fuck am I supposed to explain something I dont understand myself? and thats what everyone doesn’t get. Everyone wants to know what happened, but the truth is I’m still trying to make sense of it, I’m still trying to piece together the pieces because  you were here, everything was okay and you were here and then you just weren’t. everything fell apart all at the same time and I didn’t see it coming, there were no signs. you were here and then you weren’t and I just don’t why. I don’t know how someone can wake up one day and decide they don’t love you anymore. 
We were everything and then we were nothing, and as much as I’d love to talk about it, I can’t because I don’t fucking understand any of it. and I think I’ll always be stuck wondering what the fuck happened, because sometimes you don’t get a reason, you just get ignored calls and empty bedsides.
—  “Why’d you break up?” 
it suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks, she was in love with him. it didn’t matter what he had done in his past. his mistakes. his sins. none of it mattered. all that mattered was that she was so undeniably in love with someone that would never love her back. she loved him at his best and even harder at his worst. she noticed everything about him and she was in love with it all; from the way he laughed, it was like a song to her, a song that was rarely ever played but when it was, everything else was silent. so they could hear the beautiful melody that was being played. she loved his eyes, they were dark and mysterious and had mischief dancing in them and yet they looked like they held so many secrets that no one ever bothered to derive. they shined and danced and held the gateway to his soul and she wanted to enter them. she loved the way he carried himself, he wasn’t cocky, nor was he selfish. he was such a beautiful human being that she often wondered how was it that other people hadn’t realized it by now and strived to make him theirs. perhaps to other people he was just a daisy in a field of roses. but to her he was the daisy she needed to finish her bouquet. cause roses are overrated anyway…

I just finished @sturlsons fic jaywalkers and these are my feelings on it

- never thought abt yachi x yamaguchi but I love them now
- didn’t think I could love kurotsuki more but I do
- chapter 12.5 ruined me and made me stronger even tho I died emotionally
- people are not incomplete
- what is the name of this cafe what was the reason behind no one knowing the real name what’s happening I fw it tho (obvi)
- bokuroo = Best Bros™
- my favorite quote from the entire work: “He remembers that time Furihata got so high that he refused to sleep unless someone was holding his hand because he didn’t want to be alone in his dreams.”
- iwaizumi is always angry no matter where he is
- oikawa has questionable life choices
- I just love the writing style
- friends: do you read?
Me: hell yeah y'all ever heard of a jay walker

In short this series gave me a shit ton of new head canons and separate fic ideas etc and it was a wild ride but a good one thank you


DRAMIONE APRIL FAVORITES // Day Six: Favorite AU - Regency Era

“There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.“

“And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.”

“And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is wilfully to misunderstand them.”

Theres this girl,
She acts so strong like nothing in the world can hurt her? you would think that? thats the impression she gives off to people, however i know this girl like every detail on the back of my hands. inside her head shes trying to runaway as far away as she can & even when she feels as far away from that pain as she possible could be, she still bounds, inside her head she deals with giants & monsters that even storybooks & fairytales know nothing about, even more disorderly than one could ever imagine, inside her head memories of her past flows & streams through her mind like a river, inside her head is where a spiral staircase lives. obstreperous. Theres no way to control the shrieking inside. Everyday to her seems like its going on forever & that shes stuck in the hurt she has surrounding her head, just looking into that deadly pain like its a constellation in the sky & all she can do is just stare. However, she always has that amazing smile that could light up a room in an instant, like the rays on a summers day, a laugh that could immediately make someone collapse in stitches, but most of the time thats just an act & underneath is every nightmare you could ever imagine. i know this because that girl is my best friend & i can read her like a book, & i wish i could take away all the struggle & pain, i would pump all of the heartache through my veins even if it was to make me go absolutely insane, i would if that were to take it all away from her, & if anything or anyone was to take her away from me, i would loose myself.

How to get me to lose all interest in your fic before I’ve even seen it:

  • Adding “bad summary” to the end of it.
  • Any other way of apologizing for “being bad at writing summaries.”
  • Putting a quote or poem as the entire summary.
  • Asking a lot of questions. That’s it, just questions.
  • “See my profile for details.”
  • “I’m bad at summaries, just give it a chance.”

anonymous asked:

i think this wld be the best place to post it; i have a white male cishet friend who desperately tries to claim hes ~~*opressed*~~ its fucking hilarious

“anon w the ”“opressed”“ friend here, he also tried to claim he was lgbt cause hes ”“"metrosexual”“” which in his words is “wanting to be in a relationship by looking good” but hes also said hes only attracted to women…. he makes me laugh"
kekdkendkdowlw thats not even what metrosexual means holy shit

I dont really know if we’re in control. That were just making the best of what comes and thats it. Constantly trying to pick between two options, Like your two paintings in the waiting room or coke and pepsi, Mcdonalds or burger king, Hundi or Honda. Its all part of the same blur huh. Just out of focus, Its the illusion of chioce. Half of us cant pick our own table, Gas, Furniture, electric the water we drink, our health insurance.. even if we did would it matter. If our only choices were bluecross or blueshield, what the fuck is the difference? In fact arent they the same? Nah man are chioces are prepaid for us.
—  Elliot: Mr Robot
Everything that’s typically male is cool, funny, dorky, and even if it’s a negative characteristic, it’s still made out to be adorable in a way. Our society has a thing for romanticizing bad traits in males, whether they go to extremes, such as fueling the “sexy” hysteria revolving around an emotionally and physically abusive character like ‘Fifty Shades Of Grey’s Christian with more “love stories” on twisted doms with a soft spot for shy girls or whether they stick to a less provocative, more relatable behaviour: There’s award winning TV shows that glorify immature, antisocial and rude men, portraying them as the heroes of the somehow still succesful same damn underdog - storyline of every other sitcom and we feel compassion for those “stupid little boys” who don’t know how to cook or do their laundry instead of indignation, which we’d feel if Howard Wolowitz and the other members of Sheldon Cooper’s clique were women.
—  from “I’m Not Like Other Women’ (x)
You are my favorite. Not my favorite person. No. You’re my favorite everything. You’re my favorite person, my favorite love song, my favorite poem. You’re mine. You love me, and even though I’m not ready to say it back yet you know I love you too.
—  Late night thoughts