#hopelessromantic

girl i’d be giggling and twirling my hair and running around the yard too after being looked at like THIS

because this is a normal way to look at your “just a friend” when she’s not looking

“I miss you.” pen is stronger than me because I would have instantly folded and said fuck it let’s kiss

went to the university of yearnington with a degree in downbadism

not a single holy thought was had

IN FRONT OF MY SALAD????

no explanation needed

no explanation needed again

This is because there are two parts to memories - their encoding and their recall. The encoding determines their availability, their recall determines their accessibility. The reason why trauma memory and childhood amnesia are different is in this distinction. Trauma memory is often encoded differently, bypassing to the limbic system where it is stored as intrinsic memory. It can’t be recalled because it was never encoded. Childhood amnesia, however, seems to indicate that the memories are encoded, but we lose access to them as we age. This is most likely due to the development of brain structures that fundamentally change our encoding and recall of memory as we get older.

The relief in his eyes because she's finally touching him, and his cup is being filled is unreal. And it doesn't matter how many times he had sex with some random chick he paid before this. THIS is what he needs, THIS is what matters.

I'm gagging.

Jandojebajyojebwjoejchbebsjjynxndjsj!!!!!

Bridgerton 3x04 "Old Friends"

Sidlotte were something else.

I really miss them.

Following Sidney’s engagement, Charlotte comes to London at Lady Susan Worcester’s invitation. Unbeknown to Charlotte, Lady Susan has plans to get the couple back together.  SIDLOTTE

AKA.- a dream season 2

When Charlotte returned to Willingden, she had no interest in every going anywhere else again.  It seemed that everywhere she went was fraught with either scandal or tragedy, what with her dear friend, Georgiana, nearly being sold into marriage in London and Charlotte’s own heart being torn to shreds in Sanditon.  She would do well back home in Wellingden, at least for the time being.  It was safe there, far from the Parkers and persistent memories that seemed to be around every corner.

           But, of course, the memories didn’t exactly leave her in Wellingden.  She did well to avoid them during the day, but at night, her resovle was powerless to her dreams.  She dreamt of the sea sides, rolling hills with the wind whipping against her face and his mouth against hers.  Every night, she went to bed wishing that she would not dream of him, and when she awoke, she wished that she could again.

           It wasn’t long after her journey back home that she received a letter from Susan Worcester.

My dearest Charlotte,

             I heard of the horrible engagement.  I could hardly believe it.  Mrs. Parker told me that you had gone back to Willingden, but the countryside is no place to mend a broken heart.  I insist that you join me in London for the season.  I will send a coach.

Warmly,

 Your friend, Susan