Yeah, Rereading This I’m Realizing That I May Still Lump Together Aromantic And Asexual Because I Am

do british people really say tortoise like that?

this is it. this is the single greatest post i’ve ever seen on this god forsaken planet

When freddie mercury said “i don’t like star wars” that shit HURT

sometimes i see fanart of someone with a roman numeral on their cheek and i forget where i am

i’m back with more

best friends

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lovers

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enemies

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i killed you

bonus points if the introverted one is super idealistic and has strong morals while the bright positive one is actually somewhat crazy and dark underneath 😌

no you dont get it the best dynamic characters can have is one of them being bright with high energy and constant positivity and the other one is an introverted somewhat quiet one who is drawn to the energetic one and they both think rhe world of each other and show it in different ways

sometimes i see viktor arcane fanart and i think it’s him

I was still babbling when Boris said: “Potter.” Before I could answer him he put both hands on my face and kissed me on the mouth. And while I stood blinking — it was over almost before I knew what had happened <…> We stood looking at each other — me breathing hard, completely stunned. “Good luck,” said Boris. “I won’t forget you.”  Later — in the cab, and afterward — I would replay that moment, and marvel that I’d waved and walked away quite so casually. Why hadn’t I grabbed his arm and begged him one last time to get in the car, come on, fuck it Boris, just like skipping school, we’ll be eating breakfast over cornfields when the sun comes up? I knew him well enough to know that if you asked him the right way, at the right moment, he would do almost anything; and in the very act of turning away I knew he would have run after me and hopped in the car laughing if I’d asked one last time. But I didn’t. And, in truth, it was maybe better that I didn’t — I say that now, though it was something I regretted bitterly for a while. More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I’d stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street — which was, of course,

                                                                      I LOVE YOU. 

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt // The Goldfinch (2019) dir. John Crowley

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME IM CRYING