Not to be vague but not again please

anyone else decaying. is anyone else simply rotting

Fucked up that you have to go to work during the winter. Should be curled up in a little nest with several months' supply of food stocked up right now.

No matter how many romance or fantasy novels I read, nothing will ever compare to the dramatic and absolutely beautiful love confessions in TSC

when matthew fairchild said “am i so hard to love?” he did not realize that he had never been unloved

do you ever think about how matthew fairchild was such a sunshine coded character—a golden boy, floated through school, charmed everyone with his infamous smile; a starry-eyed dreamer who had faith in most things that weren’t himself. and how because of one moment of naivety he lost years of his life to devastating self-sabotage, believing himself worth nothing, deserving of nothing, drinking day by day to numb out the pain—because he believed people could only ever like him when he wasn’t sober, when he wasn’t fully himself. and how despite visibly not being okay, nobody ever really said anything about it until he basically hit rock bottom. and do you ever think about how matthew would’ve given up his love for cordelia in a second if it meant james could be happy, when james wouldn’t do the same? you knew. i told you in the letter. and how he joked and deflected so much to hide how sad he really was, because he believed no one would care enough to see it. i did not know that i looked sad, to you. because i think about it a lot and it makes me very sad

Matthew Fairchild, you will always be special to me