Harry, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it, don’t wait for it, just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a cat nap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee.
-wanting to text someone 24/7 just to interact with them
-always staring at ur Favorite Person when they’re doing something and soaking up every detail
-saying “I love you” an excessive amount of times and the words start to lose their meaning but you just loVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH you gotta say it 24/7
-when they joke around with u and u take one tiny little possible implication behind what they said and make sure to never do that thing ever again. even if they probably weren’t even implying it
-realizing wanting to be with them in person 24/7 is not healthy
-CONSTANT ATTENTION AND AFFECTION !!!! CONSTANT !!!!
-always feeling like they can never love u as much as u love them
-having unrealistic expectations of them bc you always buy them little gifts and shower them with attention and affection but you know that not everyone can be like this :)))))
P!nk: I’M SAFE UP HIGH NOTHING CAN TOUCH ME BUT WHY DO I FEEL THIS PARTY’S OVER NO PAIN INSIDE YOU’RE LIKE PERFECTION BUT HOW DO I FEEL THIS GOOD SOBER ..COMING DOWN COMING DOWN COMING DOWN SPIN AROUND SPIN AROUND SPIN AROUND LOOKIN FOR MYSELF SOBER
Warnings: SMUT- the kind where you’re sitting next to someone but you want to read it so you cover your phone/kind of shield it away somehow and now that person is thinking, “oh, what’s s/he reading,” but in reality, they wouldn’t want to know.
The sun had just begun to peak through the small slits
between the curtains, when you felt something against your butt, and a pair of
hands slide over your curves.
“Jin?” you mumbled, turning over to face him. “It’s early…”
“I’m sorry, y/n…” his low, raspy voice perks your senses,
waking you up as your skin begins to tingle. Leaning down to kiss you, his long
fingers danceed on your hips, making their way up your body and you let out a
small mewl at the warmth of his body and sweetness of his lips. “Mmm baby, why don’t we start the morning off
really good?” he chuckled, flipping you onto your back and positioning himself
between your legs and teasingly grinding against you.
“I know about parabatai,” said Magnus, an angry, dark undercurrent to his voice. “I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left —?”