Flayer🚔

the biggest difference between the raven cycle and the dreamer trilogy is that the power of friendship saves the day in TRC & the power of a glock declan found on the ground saves the day in TD3

do you think he so easily knocked the glass away unbothered because his mom used to throw shit at him while she was drunk?

thinking about kevin's tattoo artist. how much money did kevin have to pay them to tattoo his FACE while DRUNK. were they an exy fan. did they spend the entire prep/stencil/tat time outwardly exuding professionalism while internally screaming. did they offer him aftercare instructions while knowing that motherfucker was going to be on the court tomorrow, sweating a fuckton over that open wound against his own brother. did they immediately text their friends after kevin left, you are literally never going to guess what i just fucking did

can we all keep it together and promise that we're not going to go back to the "i love these dumpster fire books" mindset with aftg and with tsc when tsc comes out? i'm tired of y'all pretending the writing isn't good and like the character arcs and plot and subplots are bad when they're actually beautifully structured and they deserve our attention and our praise without a "but it's sooooo bad haha" being added to everything. these books are good. and if you can't admit to yourself that you're reading them because you like them and they're good then maybe you aren't ready to pick up the story that we've been waiting for for years.

“no matter how badly you think you’re doing it, someone else has done it a lot worse and been fine” is applicable to a wide, wide range of things and i say it to myself all the time

"bigger idiots than me have done it" is a phrase I live by

fuck dating apps i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (you’re walking your bike up the last hill into town wearing your school uniform. i’m hanging out the passenger side window of my best friend’s car. your hands are beautiful. we know nothing about each other. you disappear in the rear view mirror. i close my eyes and send up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to god. i say please. i have never said please in my life)