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I’m OBSESSED with your “slicked back hair” Levi omggggg

Have more

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That mid-twenties crisis is really hitting hard. Being a rock sounds real nice lately.

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*excited pterodactyle screech *

puking shitting crying and passing out now if it’s bad idk im sorry im just tired of it being in my drafts whatever happens happens NDJKGHJDKFGHJKDF

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POV: Levi got you some flowers (you’re Zeke). I had paychecks Levi by @leyyvi in mind while i sketched this. Had to add the scars. He would be so insecure about them while reader has to try her best to not jump his bones every time she sees his pretty scarred face.

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I call it: Anatomy practice.

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Do you spend every moment of the waking day thinking of Levi Ackermann or are you normal

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“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

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Fuck your dream job what’s your dream hobby that you don’t have the means to take up yet. Mine are falconry and aerial acrobatics

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Life may be brimming over with experiences, but somewhere, deep inside, all of us carry a vast and fruitful loneliness wherever we go. And sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths,

Etty Hillesum, from a diary entry featured in An Interrupted Life: the Diaries, 1941-1943 and Letters from Westerbork (translated from the Dutch by Arnold J. Pomerans)

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been doing a lot of thinking recently and i dont want to anymore

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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened every day and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

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i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

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Thinking about posting here again. Did a panel redraw of our lord and saviour.

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its time for coffee ^^

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Okay, that's it! Imma read the manga. They really screwed their designs over in the anime.

Happy Birthday, Urie Kuki ! ★「February 12th」

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Halt die GOSCHEN!

I rewatched the Deutsch Jujutsu Kaisen moments and OHHH MEIN GOTTTT DAS IST GOLD especially the Nanami's & Gojo's voice actors

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I feel this on a deep emotional level

I've never felt the need for expressed in-real-life love since I was 16. My empty heart relied on fanfiction for comfort, which only worsened my perception of romance by giving me unrealistically high standards for love.

It's 2am. I couldn't sleep from the endless thunder and lighting. There have also been a series of earthquakes for the past few days, the worry for another strike keeping me up at this time of the night.

— Now did I only realize how lonely I was when I had no one to talk to my fears about. Why am I so helplessly in love with a man who doesn't even exist.