#i hate u i love u

[dontwakeup-ishu]

Friends can break your heart too

[waking-hell]

Gnash ft. Olivia O'Brien // I Hate U, I Love U

[tox1c-t3ars]

[thespecialbitch]

she can say it a motherfucking times, he can say it back until he feels the fucking emptiness he always does at the same time not giving a fuck about me.

[misasun]

[kimmberleeex]

I’m finding it hard to sleep again. You keep starring in my dream, as I’m front row on opening night. Your memory is drowning me, smothering me, killing me. I’m constantly reminded by you. What was it about you that has gotten me in this deep? This pit of hopeless, helpless love and sadness with you? How did I get here? And then I remember those late nights and early mornings where you hugged me into your chest. When you would snuggle your face into my neck. And when those deep blue eyes stared deep into my soul, especially with that smile that reached them. We both have a passion for music and history. You challenged me in so many ways to be better. And when the moment mattered, you would open up to me. Show me how vulnerable you are. And this sweet and pure love. I don’t care what anyone says, I know some part of you actually felt this love for me. I try to tell myself it was all a lie because that would make it easier to me. And then I remember the way you would look at me. I’ve never felt that from anyone. It was a look of pure awe and love. And no matter how much I try to keep drowning my sorrows in alcohol or drugs…your memory is still there; burned into the back of my eyelids, etched for all of eternity. Your voice echoes between my ears. If I listen hard enough, I can still hear your laugh. If I close my eyes tight enough, I can still see your selfie face. If I focus hard enough, I feel the warm touch of your lips, smell your body wash and the Marlboros you smoked. If I think about it enough, I feel your fingertips lazily trailing back and forth across my skin. Sometimes I get so lost in it, that I never want to come out of it. And days like today I wish I could erase you. Take all the memories and feelings and hit DELETE. So that I wouldn’t have to feel this ever relentless pain that I’m left with in your absence. But then again, I’m so thankful that I got to experience a love so strong and pure. At least , I think it was. Part of me really wants you to come back. But I know it’s better if you stay away. I will never get away from you if you don’t , and even that’s not guaranteed.

[daisymusiclyric]

gnash - i hate u i love u (Lyrics) (ft. olivia o'brien)

[jollymusic]

Gnash - i hate u i love u (Lyrics) (ft. olivia o'brien)

[windmusiclyrics]

gnash - i hate u, i love u (Lyrics) (ft. olivia o'brien)

[sunclown]

That one wizard from that one game and his cat 🔮✨

[puppyeared]

these two are so interesting to me

characters belong to @canisalbus

[wtfforged]

marimeow

[sunniiiiii]

Dumb Sunman and his dumb Mossman

[suntails]

happy birthday silver!!

[inkskinned]

did you really let them ruin that for you?

when i was younger i worked on a farm for 3 years. during late july and august we would have unfettered access to the strawberry plots. they were all warm and ripe and fresh. i think i ate a pound of dirt back then. i think i picked enough seeds out of my teeth to build a temple. the summer hours are long; i'd come home with the bruising stain of juice running in a seam along my cheeks and fingers and jaw.

why didn't you protect your precious things from other people? you knew this could happen.

i can't eat strawberries from the store anymore, they don't taste right. something about the florescent lights and the chill of them and the way they are absent from the vine. they feel bleached and bland, a wasted party dress. i watch other people eat strawberries and miss enjoying them. none of the store-bought strawberries will have mold or bugs, okay. they will be big and bright red and perfectly shaped. but they are not the ugly and real strawberries of my summer, awarded by the soil and the hot sun up ahead and hours spent crouched, plucking.

i didn't mean to let it get ruined. i wish it hadn't been. i miss having it. but i came back to it afterward and it just wasn't the same as it had been. i know love is never wasted. but it feels like - love did this. it's not that i never loved it, you know? it's that i did.

[hungharrington]

Your last blurb has me thinking of Steve and soft early relationship smut where it’s still fairly new and exciting and he’s just so sweet and wants to be close to you 💔💔

this is basically the premise of a little less conversation BUT it’s also such a good prompt anyways that i wanna write something goofy n domestic hehe <3 u put heartbreak emojis but i’m making this goopy sry! and actually it’s not even soft god i’m sorry MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Steve sinks into you in one slow thrust and makes a noise like he’s been stabbed, his forehead to your collarbone.

For one very long moment, he doesn’t move.

“You… you okay?” You ask, all breathy yourself. Your cunt pulses wildly, eager for him to start moving, for some friction— but you’re worried he’s maybe hurt himself somehow. “Steve?”

“I’m good,” He hisses, voice all tight like he is very much not at all good. It blends away as a husky tone threads through his voice. “God, sorry, you just feel—“

He gives a little rock of his hips, pulling out an inch and thrusting back in and a beautiful moan pulls from his lips. He does it again, pulling out a little further and pushing himself back in to your wet, inviting cunt.

He groans again, “Oh my god, I like you so much.”

You startle a laugh, your arms around his neck sliding down so you can pull his head up a bit. Steve’s flushed and looking sheepish by the time you get him face to face. His hips haven’t stopped moving, still small, perfect thrusts in and out, driving you mad.

“Sorry,” He says again, half panting. “Not the best thing to say the first time we fuck but,” He huffs, a throaty moan slipping out in the middle of the sentence. “It’s true.”

You’re beginning to pant too, all your inhales sounding gaspy and high. Your thighs spread more instinctively, pulling them further back to your chest, letting him get in deeper.

“N-No, it’s good,” You say, smiling a bit as he focuses on your face, his lips parted and pupils blown wide. “I really like you too.”

Your words inspire another moan, particularly loud, and his hips rut into you with more fervor, a soft lewd squelching noise beginning to fill the bedroom. Steve moans shakily, peppering sloppy kisses up the side of your neck.

One hand shifts on your hip, sliding up to press your leg further out and unexpectedly, and there’s an audible pop of a joint cracking. Steve stills instantly, still inside you, as he stares down at your hip.

“Oh my god—”

“No, no, it’s fine!” You hastily interrupt, knowing what he’s thinking. You tug his gaze over to you and away from your leg, seeing the smidge of panic in his eyes. “It just cracks sometimes, you couldn’t know that, it’s fine, it didn’t hurt.”

Steve deflates rapidly, giving a relieved chuckle against your chest where he buries his face. When he speaks, his words are all muffled, “I thought I broke your hip.”

You can’t help it, you laugh a bit at that— imagining his panic at the thought. For the third time, you urge his face up and out of hiding, leaning up to nuzzle against his face.

“Quickest way to end a relationship ever,” He jokes, but you can hear the genuine worry beneath his humour.

“No, no, I’m sorry I should’ve told you,” You murmur tenderly, dropping little kisses along his cheeks and nose. His face blazes hot beneath your ardent affection. “But hey, we’re figuring it out, aren’t we? That’s part of the fun, yeah?”

You use your ankles, crossed over his tailbone, to press him into you and Steve gets the message quickly, starting up his gentle thrusts again with a grunt. The soft noises of sex resume, mixed with your combined low moans. The rhythm from before is easy to slip back into. Your cunt throbs hotly, pleasure starting to drool through your stomach.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes heavily, watching your face closely. “Part of the fun. Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

He says it so sincerely that it makes you gasp, clenching around him and eyes screwing closed for a moment. A low whine crawls out your throat.

“God, fuck you for saying that,” You say, with no heat at all. You can’t open your eyes just yet, you’ll combust if you see how handsome he looks right now.

“Yeah?” Steve huffs, sounding a little smug. Your cunt gushes at the sound of his voice. “Oh, you’re right. Figuring this stuff out is the fun part.”

You whine as he fucks in a little harder, the angle just right to have your gut twisting up in pleasure. Your breath is ragged and you finally open your eyes again, swallowing back another sound at the sight of Steve. Messy haired, pink cheeks, reddened lips. He looks hotter than you’ve ever seen him.

“Shut up and hold my hand,” You say— because two can play that game. It works a charm. You can feel the stutter in his hips, see the ripple on his face, hear the whimper in his throat.

Steve keens, tucking his face down into your neck again. His hand searches the sheets til it finds yours, fingers intertwining before he presses your linked hands into the mattress and ruts into your snug cunt harder and faster, deeper.

“F-Fuck,” He stammers, a moan lilting the word. “I like you so much.”

You can’t even laugh this time round because your mind is starting to melt a little at the edges— but it makes the pleasure all that much better, knowing he means it.