The game is... something!

My favourite thing is when people read classic romances for the first time and realise how different they are to the way popular culture represents them. Mr. Darcy isn’t some handsome, perfect hunk. He’s a socially awkward loser who writes embarrassingly long, eloquent letters to the girl he likes because he can’t speak two words to her face without colossally fucking up. Mr. Rochester is a creepy bigamous liar who keeps women in his attic. Heathcliff’s a terrifying fucking psychopath who abuses kids. JULIET WAS THIRTEEN.

this silent understanding you share with the people who stay at the theater with you after the credits of movie marvel movie is so deep and meaningful

i dont mean to be dramatic but talking to someone every day for a while is really nice until that day comes when you like dont talk to them for like 24 hours and u really just feel like youre dying

What the fuck are people doing when they’re in the shower for 30 minutes

Dissociating

Having an existential crisis.

All of the above + singing.

Rehearsing for conversations I’ll never have. 

imagining scenarios that will never happen

crying

Literally all of these

kink: people with kind hearts and good intentions

You guys need to stop outing immortals like this. They’ll admit it when they’re ready to

do i have a crush on you or am i just lonely

do i want to be in a relationship or do i just want to prove that i’m worthy of one

do i like you or have i been emotionless for too long

do i love you or am i in love with the idea of being in love

do i love you or am i just thankful that you acknowledged my existence even when i didn’t acknowledge it myself

Do I love you or am I in love with the idea of someone treating me nice.