#ilyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

my heaaaaaart no I’m too soft for this! knowing I’m helping people out indirectly is so sweet, I love those vibes!! I obviously have a special place in my heart for people who fill my prompts, but people who support with reblogs and likes and replies and asks truly do keep me going <3333

me giving you inspiration 🤝 you giving me inspiration

Hello!!! (ily moreeeee) <33333

1. Strawberry red and green, NOT the same as watermelon red and green. Strawberry red and green is much,, softer?? More pastel??  Very nice, like a hug, or like a summer evening when you are just in each others presence (sorry, I just needed to describe the feeling of the colour)

2. Main character who is successful because  she is surrounded by those who love her, and would help her with anything. (also, because she is kind)

3. Fire bender or earthbender. You are strong-willed and spunky, and you are powerful. I get more earth bender vibes, because you are also willing to admit when you were wrong, and you seem very loyal.

4. 15 or 16

and then he kissed me. not slowly. not carefully. but with a clear sense of devotion, like he wanted this to be true just as much as i did. his lips were warm. his hands were gentle. and for the first time in such a long while, i let myself believe in something that wasn’t fear or memory or half‑spoken dreams. i kissed him back. i didn’t think about how it would look. i didn’t think about timing. i didn’t think about the sparks inside me that still belonged to someone else. i just let myself fall into the moment, because it felt right — because it felt honest — because it felt like the first time in forever that something wasn’t tangled up in grief or longing or loss. but then i heard footsteps. not loud. not dramatic. not the kind of entrance that comes with a yell or a shout. just… footsteps that pulled my eyes open. there @appasionato stood. conrad. he wasn’t yelling. he wasn’t storming toward us. he just looked — like he had walked into the exact thing he had been taught to fear. his eyes found mine, and in that instant everything stopped. the heat of the pavement. the warmth of jeremiah’s body. the way my heart had felt full just seconds ago. it all vanished. his expression was too still, too composed, too hollow — like someone who had rehearsed heartbreak but never expected to actually feel it. there was no fury, no accusation, no dramatic sweep of emotion. just that stillness, like a quiet echo of a truth i’d been trying to avoid. i couldn’t breathe. jeremiah froze — lips still brushing mine, hands tense against my back — but i didn’t think about any of him. not then. all i saw was conrad’s face.

so… this is not my best work by far, but ive slept 4 hours in the last week so my brain is melting. This is very small and simple, but i wanted to give u at least a little something. CONGRATS one year closer to the grave xddddd. All the love and kissed u swedish meatball. virtual hugs from Peru