fic where aziraphale is fully aware that he is deeply and irrevocably in love with crowley and not in the all-encompassing angel way, but since crowley is a demon, he’s clearly not capable of reciprocating. aziraphale resigns himself to being content with what he’s got despite not at all being in the business of denying himself what he wants.
he accidentally confesses this to crowley while they’re both absolutely swozzled and crowley sobers up so fast it breaks the sound barrier, rounding on aziraphale like “are you fucking kidding me with this shit you can literally sense love you absolute moron I’m a goddamn imax technicolor surround sound of being in love with you”
and aziraphale is just like “………but that’s just the background love static. earth has always felt this way around you.”
“yeah,” says crowley, as if he is very patiently explaining that water is, in fact, wet. “yeah it has.”
this is the most important video ive seen in my entire life
cuties✨
Vous vs. Tu, French “you”.
Chart from the LA Times.
Do not fall in love With people like me. people like me will love you so hard that you turn into stone into a statue where people come to marvel at how long it must have taken to carve that faraway look into your eyes Do not fall in love with people like me we will take you to museums and parks and monuments and kiss you in every beautiful place so that you can never go back to them without tasting us like blood in your mouth Do not come any closer. people like me are bombs when our time is up we will splatter loss all over your walls in angry colors that make you wish your doorway never learned our name do not fall in love with people like me. with the lonely ones we will forget our own names if it means learning yours we will make you think hurricanes are gentle that pain is a gift you will get lost in the desperation in the longing for something that is always reaching but never able to hold do not fall in love with people like me. we will destroy your apartment we will throw apologies at you that shatter on the floor and cut your feet we will never learn how to be soft we will leave. we always do.
Do Not Fall in Love With People Like Me, alonesomes (via alonesomes)
WE HAVE NO GAYS AND MANY BROKEN TOILETS
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wei wuxian and lan wangji: their journey from strangers to married with a child
nasze zdjęcia w jednym miejscu omg. nie widzę co pisze klawiatura mi zasłania
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