turn only

i wanna write, i told him
write about what?
everything
grab a pen and go, he said
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he told me not to edit too much, not to censor anything (at least, try not to) and to try and see the world without any lenses, just as it is, bright and true and beautiful

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i know eurovision is amazing and some of the performances are totally incredible, but whenever someone mentions eurovision around me all i can ever think about is that one time Ireland sent out a mechanical turkey that just screamed “give Ireland 12 points” for the entirety of the song

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keith is and always will be, in my entirely biased eyes, The Most Beautiful Human In The Galaxy™  

the set so far: Keith | Lance | Allura | Pidge

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tv aesthetic → the office

I’m not superstitious, but… I am a little stitious.

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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