tumblr disgusts me

In which Noctis is caught staring at his beautiful boyfriend!
@destatree needs to stop enabling me to do these things. Its a never ending circle of goodies now—-but like, it’s Promptis so I guess it’s okay!
        Little panel thing based of of this Lil Promptis thing she wrote! I’m in promptis hell.
One of these days my screen tone things will be clean I promise

you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied. you lied.

why do I smile?

well you see, there are many reasons why I smile. the good things in life. like cute dogs, having a good time with friends. those are nice, but you see, dear, nothing can compare with how much you make me smile and how happy you make me. the way you make me feel can’t compare with the most beautiful jewel in the world.

happiness. something I hadn’t felt in a long time, but then, I met you. in that moment, my sorrows melted away for a brief second. never had I ever been given the kind of love you’d offered. for once in my life I was content with the way my life was going.

love. we’ve got love given to us from friends. the constant banter, the emotional support. the friends that are there until the very end, right? none of that can compare with how special you make me feel and i’ll never be able to thank you enough for making me feel loved.

distance. distance is a pain in the ass, but you know what, darling? we’ve made it through together. no pain in the ass is going to keep us apart, my love, because..

I think I’m in love with you

You don’t taste the memories in the same way that I do. It’s the soft spot in me that you like to play with, the one that you think had always been there and will always be there for you. I’ll never know what it is that’s keeping you stuck in who we used to be, as though even after everything I’m just supposed to treat you in exactly the same way, I’m just supposed to love you in exactly the same way. I’d been waiting for those words and I thought that they were special, but I’m not going to wait on them when you’ve used them to shatter another girl’s world. I don’t ever want them to come from you, and I’m sorry if you don’t like that. Our time has passed.
—  🖤
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I can’t pretend that there is any other girl in the entire world for me. There will only ever be one girl. You.

does anyone even remember forever anymore like that whole year or so of my life just seems like a weird dream nowadays its so surreal how quickly i lost contact with almost everyone sakjdhksah like. i shed so many tears but had such a good n pure time bc of that show n now its like it doesnt even exist anymore.. rip

Serendipity (Music Box Ver.)
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Serendipity (Music Box Ver.)

hey kids,, i found this thing while messing around on the different pitched percussions on musescore called the crotales and it sOUNDS rather like a music box so therefore we are going to pretend that this is a music box

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the worst part is that they’re not even dating

(loosely) based on lesfrites tachibanana au!!

even though makoto and haru haven’t confessed (yet) this tachibanana and bananase are already on their way to second base

their expression of horror is saying “this is really cute but oh god he’s going to find out that i like him!!!!”

At this point I can’t even read studies about autism anymore because no matter which thing the researchers were investigating, in the conclusion they always write about their findings being useful for “identifying biomarkers and early detection for sooner intervention”. Well, that’s what they say. What I hear is “our findings will help detect autism before birth to abort the fetus, or at least diagnose it as soon as possible so that we can start training the baby to be normal”.

And when all research about your neurotype is focused on preventing you from being born or at least making you, well, not be you, so essentially get rid of you and your kind in some way… it’s kinda discouraging.

I Miss You.

Its been over a week since we last talked. It’s killing me. People I know ask about you, about us. And I know this sounds ridiculous, but saying your name feels like acid on my fucking tongue. Seeing that when my phone goes off and it isn’t you, feels like a punch directly into my ribcage. And knowing you’re perfectly okay without my existence in your life is most definitely an unbearable emptiness.
Lately all I do is sleep and talk to my best friend. Aside showering, because that feels like I’m washing you out of my system for a while. Bummer though, when I’m done, you’re still there. You’re in my veins.
I don’t eat a whole lot anymore. I’ve been determined to lose the weight I loathe so much. I’ve actually been exercising, the pain feels good. Because the pain reminds me that I’m still alive. At least that fills the emptiness for a while. But every time the pain subsides and the emptiness settles again, its worse.
This may seem a bit extreme. I know you’ve left me before. But, let me explain.
Two years, 4 months, and 16 days, and I think this is the end. This is where we say goodbye, and this is where we part ways. And that, my love, is the emptiness in my chest. That is the non-existent motivation. That is the acid on my tongue. That. That two years, 4 months, and 16 fucking days, is my sentence of pure misery. Because I am left with the memories. And I know you have them too, but I also know they don’t mean as much to you.
- ( via tea-and-marlboro )

both of our mothers, 
told us that to be kind
meant the world was our gift. 
that the sun wouldn’t bare it’s teeth, 
to our prickly skin again. 

we are both sharp corners, 
and bony shoulders. 
our mothers talk about
kindness like daylight,
in the room next door.
and I’m staring at
the corner of your mouth.

my mother is going to 
cry after you,
she’s gonna wish I
met you summer-stroke 
and drunk, 
under the old cherry tree
that reminds her of 
gardening, and 
loving.

—  Sweltering Summer Love // E.K.C