What She Said. I Can't Believe They Even Really Went Through With It. This Is So Stupid.

hey chat. if you read my fic on ao3 (which you totally should if ur a maze runner fan) PLEASEEEEEEE leave a comment. i would LOVEE to hear what y'all think about it, literally anything - whether it be criticism or compliments - would be so so so so so appreciated. <33

oh and btw, the link to my ao3 is in my intro post. or it's my_little_universes on ao3.

oh and i got an idea for a marvel fic so i may be uploading that soon. soon meaning anytime in the distant future.

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SO THE ONLY REAL PROBLEM WIH OUR GENERATION IS FINDING A GOOD WAY TO SPEND ITTTTT

when school ends and it starts to sound like there’s a hundred and four days of summer vacation and school comes along just to end it

my grandma is dead. it was my parents wedding anniversary. my dad bought flowers and a cake. i came home screaming, "happy wedding anniversary!!" only to be cut off by my dad. he pulled me aside and said, "grandma's dead."

my grandma is dead. it's my mother's birthday february 1st. she's turning 49. my brother was meant to come home and we were gonna plan a surprise for her.

my grandma is dead. ten minutes after i found out, i took my dog out for a walk. i left at 4:20. i came back at 5:30. i was crying the whole time.

my grandma is dead. the grief came in waves. i would remember, then cry, then stop. and then remember, then cry, and then stop. remember, cry, stop. remember, cry, stop.

my grandma is dead. the last thing she said to me was, "stay safe. ill see you next time,". now there is no next time. the next time will be me infront of her grave.

my grandma is dead. i was too scared to talk to my mom. too scared to look at her. i would cry if i did. and i can't cry infront of my mom about her mom dying, that's rude.

my mother's mother is dead. she has no parents any more. when we went to visit her, my mom would tell my cousins and aunts and uncles that her mom was fine. she was bedridden but could still speak, she could still remember everything, she only had trouble hearing. she would tell everyone that that's how strong her mother is. was.

my grandma is dead. and god i miss her. id only ever seen her 12-16 times. me and my family live in the us, but everyone else lived outside the us. traveling home costs a lot, and so we could only go once a year. but i wish we went more. i wish i talked to her more. i wish i sat with her more. i wish she was still alive.

my grandmother is dead.

OH MY GODDD PLEASEE

please god let conan gray’s new album make me feel the same way i felt listening to superache for the first time

oh how jealous i am of people with money.

its not even the people that have a lot of money, y'know like celebrities or the top 1% (fuck yall) or lawyers and doctors, not them.

but the people, the regular people, like me that's family have money. that have bathrooms in all five of their bedrooms. that have a pool in their backyard. that have every single kitchen appliance known to man. that shop at lululemon and brandy melville and hollister and h&m. that go on two yearly trips.

the people who grew up never seeing their parents worry about money. that never had to hear, "we need money for other things," or "y'know we can't buy that," or "maybe later." never had to not ask for something because you saw how much it cost. never had to beg their parents for $50 to hang out with friends instead of $20.

im friends with those people, that have money. and everytime i go to their house, i feel disgusting. its not that we don't have money, it's that they have so much more of it. and it's evident in everything about them. their clothes, their shoes, their hair, their skin, their makeup, their phone. their house, their room, their bed, their bathroom.

god, im so jealous.

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

cuz this JUST happened to me😭

Holy moly dude.

The feeling you feel when you finally break free of a writers block. When you finally finish that paragraph that you had no idea how to complete. When you finally find a way to fix that story that always felt incomplete. That amazing feeling that makes you feel like ur on top of the world and untouchable.

I live for it.

y'all ever seen someone and thought, "wow. so this is what they meant when they said, "crafted by the gods."?

im so sorry for not updating my fic in like two weeks😭😭 im doing my best to get the new chapter out by tmrw fs, and it's gonna be extra long for the wait!!

if you're new here, and want to read my fic - the link to my ao3 is on my introduction post. it's a maze runner fic - the classic, girl in the glade. id loveee it if you read it, and id love it more if you'd leave a comment!!

man have y'all ever FELT yourself become more confident? like literally FELT it? bc OHHH what an amazing feeling. the other day i wore a tank top and jeans and realized that im wearing a fucking tank top. in public. and i hadnt ONCE thought smth negative. and i js felt so fucking amazing and happy and it was so exhilarating and then another day i wore a cutesy little peplum top and ONCE AGAIN i felt AWESOME and i was js so happy. bc knowing that if you were to show me from not even a year or two ago but me from the beginning of this year a photo of me wearing the tank or the peplum top in public and id freak tf out and i did that shit IN PUBLIC WITHOUT GIVING AF???? OHH THAT FELT GREATT