Kirks McGee

“I have nothing to worry about. You whisper this in my ear. I’m not the jealous sort, but still I am afraid. I snake my arms around your waist, bury my nose in the crook of your neck. I close my eyes and try to remember the clean scent of your detergent. You say that you love me, and my heart thuds. It trusts you’ll choose me. It hopes you’ll always choose me. But love, I must confess that so far, no one else has. I’m not the jealous sort, but I’ve also never been lucky.”

When I think of a Sarah J Maas series.

Pro tip from a native: no one is paying attention to you, or what you’re doing, with three exceptions:

Arya Stark strutting around Winterfell to go see all her old friends who she is now capable of beating the shit out of:

Jon: what's up?

My Gendrya heart during this episode

Pro tip from a native: no one is paying attention to you, or what you’re doing, with three exceptions:

Mark Zuckerberg lost $119 Billion dollars on the stock market today (7/26/18). This is the largest loss of wealth in a single day in modern stock history.

me: wow things are actually going really well for once!

When the barista asks me how many shots I want in my coffee

I’ve loved someone that doesn’t love me and I’ve been loved by someone that I don’t love but I don’t know which was worse: to be broken or to break someone.

The truth is that I’m afraid to dive into someone new. How can I not be? I’m still emptying my lungs from the last time I fell into someone’s waters and explored the depths of them. It’ll be years before I’m done wringing the wetness out of my hair, before I stop smelling the salt of their oceans on my skin. Learning someone new is frightening now. It’s not the adventure it was before. I’m no longer bitter for my heartbreak. My reluctance isn’t a decision I made with a sour mouth. I’m just exhausted by the idea of feeling for someone new. Of treading water with small talk and stories about our childhoods. When I think of him, I am afraid of sinking so deeply into someone again that I am lost to them. In that, I realize I am most afraid that I won’t sink at all. That I’ll always be treading water with anyone that isn’t him. That anyone after him will only know how to meet me at the surface.

When I think of a Sarah J Maas series.

The ACOTAR movie