When He's Literally The Love Of My Life But He's Also Just A Man

it's not homoerotic if you can talk about it the best part of a homoerotic friendship is that you both think that you'll immediately die if you ever talk about it or merely acknowledge it you need to get choked by the tension and survive in the vague fog of not knowing what is happening while being totally self aware of what is happening when you're not

Everyone sleeps on Gaz, he fits with everyone if you want him in a ship!

Ghost Gaz? He is still understanding and bright enough to combat Ghosts grumpiness, and he's still smart and sticks with it.

Gazprice? You got a captain sergeant dynamic, get Gaz being able to give cheek, and sweet price with the sergeant he stole.

Gaz soap? I mean seriously? Those two are the epitome of drunk make outs with your mates. Friendships, and chaos.

Give Gaz love!!

i love it when people ramble while drying their hair, i love when people have hobbies that others don't expect from them, i love when people look at others in the group while laughing, i love seeing people fix each others clothes, i love when i see people trying (and failing) to crack their joints, i love when someone braids the hair of the person sitting in front of them, i love when people see a candle and immediately stop everything to sniff it, i love when people do a little twirl when asked to show off their outfit, i love when people rest their head on the person next to them, i love when people are so excited they start jumping up and down, i love when people look for their name on gas station key charms, i love when people point out that it's 11:11, i love when kids mimic the people they look up to, i love when people do things with their friend that's scared

i love humanity at its core, when it isn't pretending for the sake of being cool

they don't need me in the way that i need them, and i think that's the most painful thing i've ever experienced.

Carrie is a great reminder of how it is morally correct for fat teenage girls to get to kill whoever they want

we never dated but i offer you the first sip of every one of my drinks so that my lips can touch yours

How it feels being a longtime Taylor fan that remembers when there used to be two years between new music releases.

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way

i repeatedly find myself looking for books that will genuinely disgust me and i have found one. this is very disappointing

i want to cut everyone off but i know that no one will even notice my absence