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                        ɪs      ᴅ  ᴇ  ᴀ  ᴅ

waiiled:

_PSA;;

^{so because Tumblr decided to get rid of that search tool to see if someone is following you, it is a lot harder to tell if you’re mutuals ( especially if you’re as forgetful as I am ). That being said , if I happen to like one of your posts and you are mutually exclusive, please do not think I’m forcing anything on you ! As I said, I’m very forgetful, and without a way to check if we’re mutuals I’m taking a shot in the dark. If we are not and I like one of those posts, ignore me !}

8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER.

( repost, do not reblog )

TAGGED BY:  lmao uh yeah about that  everybody who said “anyone who wants to do it!”

TAGGING:  everybody who hasn’t done it cmon lets be friends

ONE ( name/alias ):  abbey :”0)) or bimorous (< thats like, an internet name that i rarely use)
TWO ( birthday ):   march 9 !!
THREE ( zodiac sign ):   pisces. im that kid that doesnt pay attention in class
FOUR ( height ):   iM SMOL like 5′2″ last time i checked
FIVE  ( time ):   12:06 pm i literally just woke up
SIX ( sleep ):    what is that
SEVEN ( favourite books ):   basically everything by robyn schneider, carry on, and lots of fanfiction on the side rip
EIGHT ( favourite artists ):  !!! theyre a bunch from the internet idk just every fan artist ever
NINE ( last movie watched ):  i dont remember bc ive been watching a heck ton of rick and morty lately
TEN ( college ):   oh that thing i dont have to worry about until like years later yeah (im q young :C)
ELEVEN ( dream job ):   just. theatre. ugh i love theatre. ok but other than that storyboard artist please!!
TWELVE ( the meaning behind your url ):  that last line in the Laurens Interlude that made everybody cry

ok i did it hhhhh i dont know how tho but i managed

@ncright replied to your post:

[ YOU TOLD ME TO GET READY AND I WASN’T THIS IS SO ]

HHHHH SWEATS NERVOUSLY

@ncright​ said: 

“i don’t care what you’ve done. i just care about you.”

SWEET STARTERS MEME // accepting !

truly, eliza had been that O N E person that’s kept him together. the world has already hurt the both of them. the world has already hurt her, but the woman manages to stay remarkably resilient, and john?  he is a complete HAZARD. he’s a shipwreck- a car crashing into the sky.  when days get worse he would feel that he’s more likely a burden to everybody than anything else.  but here? here, where he sits in front of her- wrapped in a comfortable warmth, hiding from his father after sneaking out at 3 am to a local bar–

^{( — “FUCK you! FUCK your stupid couch-  you CAN’T just fucking prance around me and tell me that i put myself in danger too often, i can live my own life – you don’t fucking mean ANYTHING to me, just fucking QUIT it! stop acting like you’re my MOTHER- you can’t be my mother! SHE’S ALREADY DEAD, she’s been dead for FIVE YEARS. yes, i counted- i FUCKING counted.” he briefly pauses to inhale.}

^{“why wouldn’t i have counted…? you.. you’ve been gone for a while, why do you keep coming back?” his vision blurs for a second, curse his drunken haze- he stares at eliza, fuck, she LOOKS like her, she SOUNDS like her — )}

– he feels cared for. scarily so. she’s his best friend- and he swore to god that out of all the people he’s met before, she was the most genuine, the most sincere person he’s ever encountered in his life. he remembers thrashing on her couch, threatening to hurt her if she came close– and fell asleep to wake up with aspirins and a glass of water on the table.

“i don’t deserve you.” his gaze softens, “i don’t deserve you,” he repeats, eyes swelling to fight back tears despite the faint smile that briefly brushes his lips as if he couldn’t believe that she was still there- “i shouldn’t have DONE that- i shouldn’t,” a moment of silence passes, perhaps one waiting for the other to speak. “i shouldn’t have just gone off like that- last night i thought you’d hate me, you’d never speak to me again. and i’ve come to terms with that- i would deserve it anyways. what i said- i should have THANKED you, eliza. i just- i don’t deserve you.

“fucking hell– you don’t need this, you don’t need my emotional BAGGAGE-” he cuts himself off knowing it’s pointless to argue with her. his body sinks downwards, expecting her to say something along the lines of ‘you were drunk. everybody has gone through some tragedy in their lives- some trauma, hardships, insecurities- and i’ll gladly help you lift some of its weight of your shoulders. i’m your friend. it’s what i’m supposed do.’ so he prompts himself to talk more instead.

“too caring. too kind.” he draws out a sigh, balling some of his shirt into his fist- “except you won’t leave me, right?”  he wishes- no, he PRAYS, he clings onto a single thread of hope and wishes that this time,

                                                                                          —- ^{things would be different.}

I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

crossbowrevolution:

                                  I don’t

                                                  like             people

                                                                                 seeing me

                                        vulnerable