This Is Really Just My Favorite Tiktok

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

I wasn’t prepared

rawest fucking lana del rey lyrics in no particular order:

we're the masters of our own fate, we're the captains of our own souls

you never liked the way I said it, if you don't get it then forget it cause I don't have to fucking explain it

maybe my contribution could be as small as hoping that words could turn to birds and birds would send my thoughts your way

I was such a fool for believing that you could change all the ways you've been living but you just couldn't stop

you fucked me so good that I almost said I love you

cause you're just a man, it's just what you do, your head in your hands as you colour me blue

money is the reason we exist, everybody knows it, it's a fact, kiss, kiss

well, shit, at least you tried

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy

and I fall to pieces, bitch, I fall to pieces when I'm with you, why?

play them like guitars, you're like one of my toys, no holds barred, I've been sent to destroy

to my own surprise, my love's demise was his own greed and lullabies

it's enough to be young and in love

I want shit to feel just like it used to

the sun also rises on those who fail the call, my life, it comprises of losses and wins and fails and falls

dying by the hand of a foreign man, happily

if he's a serial killer, then what's the worst that can happen to a girl who's already hurt? I'm already hurt

we get so tired and we complain bout how its hard to live, it's more than just a video game

I was dreaming of a lake, dreaming of the water where I'd rise like a phoenix or an iron from the fire

we both know that it's not fashionable to love me but you don't go cause truly, there's nobody for you but me

it turns out everywhere you go, you take yourself, that's not a lie

screw your anonymity, loving me is all you need

but I can't help him, can't make him better

boys, don't make too much noise and don't try to be funny, other people may not understand

they say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you and baby, now you do

fear fun, fear love, fresh out of fucks forever

sometimes love is not enough and the roads get tough, I don't know why

don't ask me if I'm happy, you know that I'm not, but at best I can say I'm not sad

loving him was never enough

you could be a bad motherfucker but that don't make you a man, now you're just another one of my problems

I wait for life to end but it never comes around

they mistook my kindness for weakness

is this love or lust or some game on repeat?

take this veil from off my eyes, my burning sun will some day rise

but sometimes girls just want to have fun, the poetry inside of me is warm like a gun

change is a powerful thing, people are powerful beings, trying to find the power in me to be faithful

you don't ever have to be stronger than you really are when you're lying in my arms and honey, you don't ever have to act cooler than you think you should, you're brighter than the brightest stars

I never really noticed that I had to decide to play someone's game or live my own life

I don't know, I get so wrapped up in a world where nothing's as it seems and real life is stranger than my dreams

I'll save you in the waves if you swim too deep

will you still love me when I shine from words but not from beauty?

but if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did

I watch the skies getting light as I write, as I think about those years, as I whisper in your ear I'm always going to be right here, no one's going anywhere

lmk if you want fic recs

if i ever had amnesia, i think the first thing i’d do would be read all the fics i have bookmarked on ao3. getting a second chance to read them for the first time? sign me up.

ok so in my mind sirius and marlene are definitely best friends; james was his brother, remus was his boyfriend, and peter was definitely a little neglected, but marlene was his best friend. like they dated for 3 days in fourth year before realizing how gay they ( and each other) were. so when the mckinnons were killed?? anyone who knew sirius knew that he would never support the man who did that. anyone who knew sirius knew that he’d never betray his brother, especially not to the man who killed his best friend. the problem is this: nobody who really knew sirius was still alive. nobody except remus, who upon returning from his sketchy werewolf assignments given by dumbledore, was immediately told that sirius confessed (even though he didn’t). nobody was there when it happened to fight for sirius. marlene, dorcas, james, lily? dead. alice and frank? in hiding and soon to be incapacitated. peter? the one pointing the finger. idk it just makes me sad to know that after all those years of building up a new family for himself to replace the one that abused him, in the moment he really needed someone to fight for him, not a single person was there.

I think the worst part of the new Percy Jackson series is that I can’t binge watch all eight episodes at once. You want me to wait a whole week?? For just one episode at a time?? I thought the age of streaming meant we were past this.

“If she chooses you please, I beg of you, hold her hand when she’s nervous and when she isn’t,
Never stop responding to her when you’re angry, talk it out because she will lose sleep wondering if things will be the same come morning and if they can be fixed, 
Over time she will blame herself for the flaws in the relationship,
Remind her you’re equally at fault but there will always be things that are out of your control, you’re stronger together. If she chooses you, please listen to her talk about soccer and the gym,
She’s addicted to the competitiveness of games and to the rolling wave of a high she gets when she pushes her body,
Take her to see her favorite team and cheer her on as much as she cheers the team on. If she chooses you, I ask that you show her every ounce of respect you have,
She may come with a bite but she is gentle,
She teases and taunts, but if you look at her eyes right before she looks away you’ll see she is afraid of losing something important,
She takes herself more seriously than she lets anyone know,
So be gentle with her. If she chooses you, wash her hair for her when she bathes and let her squeeze you firmly when she gets into bed next to you, she’ll loosen up when she realizes you aren’t going anywhere. If she chooses you, please pay attention to the little things,
Like the way she pouts and curls in on herself getting silent,
You don’t have to talk to her in those moments, just be there with her,
She’ll love you for it. If she chooses you, plan adventures with her,
Go hiking even if it’s too hot or too cold, and make sure you bring an extra jacket in case she gets cold, a blanket too,
Take her to see the things you see beauty in, including herself in the mirror each morning. If she chooses you, fight for her when she’s stubborn and always wait for her with an open place next to you in your bed, 
Don’t let somebody else lay in her spot,
She belongs there. If she chooses you, cook for her on the days she spends resting,
She exhilarates herself so much that she often forgets to take a break,
Feed her and keep her company,
Be there when she wakes. If she chooses you, understand how damn lucky you are,
There is no competition greater than the one of capturing more than her heart,
If she gives it all to you, please take care of it,
Take care of her. If she chooses you, please choose her too.”

— ARH // If she chooses you

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i know it won’t happen till season two, but i just can’t wait to see the live action version of sokka on cactus juice

playlists for the summer!

listen to when…

you’re driving with the top down

laying in a garden

you’re dreaming of a parisian summer romance

your summer fling is ending

it’s the fourth of july

the sunshine is white and dreamy

you drive through old hollywood at night

eating sour gummy worms

you go dancing in a meadow

feeling like the angel you are

you feel like singing some bops

you’re sitting in a parked car looking at the ocean

feeling like a dancing queen

holding hands with your lover