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"I'll walk with you" is just an excuse to spend more time with someone before they go and that's romantic as fuck

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kill my time stans.... we really won blessings and salutations

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being known is being loved

"i know your pizza order" "you have freckles on your ears" "you make this face when you're tired" "you order green tea on a good day black on a bad day" "you always make that face before you try something" "the tips of your ears turn red when you're angry" "i knew you'd say something" "you must be exhausted to miss the class" "your favorite pie is pumpkin, right?" "i know your phone number, don't worry" "you miss me, i can tell" "you fiddle with your pens when you're bored" "you don't like converse unless they're high tops" "your favorite cereal is cinnamon toast crunch and you first ate it when you were 8"

being known is being loved.

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Love By Rafa G. Arroyo

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“Missed you,” he says, the wind catching his voice and carrying it away from me.  He kisses my head and says it again, louder.  “Missed you.”

“I’m right here,” I tell him.  “Right here.  I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

good men and true, the final chapter  coming soon

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reasonbeingmusic.com redirects to 10yearsof1d.com

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when ur at a house party and wolves comes on

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“HERE’S TO TEN. H”

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↪ read rumor has it

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TELL ME I’M A SCREWED UP MESS !!!! THAT I NEVER LISTEN LISTEN !!! TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT MY KISS !!! THAT YOU NEED YOUR DISTANCE DISTANCE !!! TELL ME ANYTHING BUT DON’T JUST SAY HE’S WHAT YOU’RE MISSING BABY !!! SPARE ME WHAT YOU’RE THINK AND TELL ME A LIE !!!

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in my head, i play a supercut of us, all the magic we gave off, all the love we had and lost, and in my head, the visions never stop, these ribbons wrap me up, but when i reach for you, there's just a supercut. in your car, the radio up, in your car, the radio up, we keep trying to talk about us, i'm someone you maybe might love, i'll be your quiet afternoon crush, be your violent overnight rush, make you crazy over my touch, but it's just a supercut of us, supercut of us, oh it's just a supercut of us, supercut of us. so i fall, into continents and cars, all the stages and the stars, i turn all of it, to just a supercut. 'cause in my head (in my head, i do everything right) when you call (when you call, i'll forgive and not fight) because ours (are the moments i play in the dark) we were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart. in your car, the radio up, in your car, the radio up, we keep trying to talk about us, slow motion, i'm watching our love, i'll be your quiet afternoon crush, be your violent overnight rush, make you crazy over my touch, but it's just a supercut of us, supercut of us, oh it's just a supercut of us, supercut of us, but it's just a supercut of us, supercut of us, oh it's just a supercut of us, supercut of us. 'cause in my head (in my head, i do everything right) (when you call i'll forgive and not fight) (all the moments i play in the dark) (wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart) 'cause in my head (in my head, i do everything right) when you call (when you call, i'll forgive and not fight) because ours (are the moments i play in the dark) we were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart! 'cause in my head (in my head, i do everything right) when you call (when you call, i'll forgive and not fight) because ours (are the moments i play in the dark) we were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart!!!!!! in my head i do everything right...

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@ 5sos bring disconnected back for the no shame tour 2k21 challenge

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uh “we’re fake dating and we need to prove to someone close to us that we are actually together and oh fuck they want us to kiss” is still one of the best fucking tropes in the book don’t fucking touch me

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my dad–also a writer–came to visit, and i mentioned that the best thing to come out of the layoff is that i’m writing again. he asked what i was writing about, and i said what i always do: “oh, just fanfic,” which is code for “let’s not look at this too deeply because i’m basically just making action figures kiss in text form” and “this awkward follow-up question is exactly why i don’t call myself a writer in public.”

he said, “you have to stop doing that.”

“i know, i know,” because it’s even more embarrassing to be embarrassed about writing fanfic, considering how many posts i’ve reblogged in its defense.

but i misunderstood his original question: “fanfic is just the genre. i asked what you’re writing about.” 

i did the conversational equivalent of a spinning wheel cursor for at least a minute. i started peeling back the setting and the characters, the fic challenge and the specific episode the story jumps off from, and it was one of those slow-dawning light bulb moments. “i’m writing about loneliness, and who we are in the absence of purpose.”

as, i imagine, are a lot of people right now, who probably also don’t realize they’re writing an existential diary in the guise of getting television characters to fuck. 

“that’s what you’re writing. the rest is just how you get there, and how you get it out into the world. was richard iii really about richard the third? would shakespeare have gotten as many people to see it if it wasn’t a story they knew?”

so, my friends: what are you writing about?