There She Was, At 4am, In Your Bed. You Loved Her Then, Didn’t You? She Was Wearing Your Duvet Like

Tropes that are totally overused and I love them to death

grumpy jerk and actual ray of sunshine are BFFs

mutual unrequited pining

character A falls fast and hard for character B

character A slowly falls in love with character B over the course of several years, realization hits them that they’ve been in love with B for a long time hits them like a truck

cool badass is actually a giant fucking nerd

The Power of Friendship ™

flat “what” reactions

sweet adorable characters with horrible tragic pasts

villains-turned-heroes becoming the Weird Uncle

characters that aren’t actually related having a parent-child relationship

characters that aren’t actually siblings having a sibling-like bond

“I can’t stand this person but I would die for them”

Call me at 3 AM. Call me when you feel like you’re collapsing in the mess that has become you, call me when your mind doesn’t feel like home, call me in those strange hours between night and morning when you feel most alone. Call me at 1 PM. Call me when the spring breeze surrounds you, comforting as your mother’s touch, and the flowers burst from every crevice in the sidewalk, and the limbs of the trees sway against the clear afternoon sky. Call me when you need someone to share beauty with, someone to tell how excited the world makes you for once in a long time. Call me at 9 PM. Call me when you’re taking a bath that smells of lemon and lavender, call me when your mind is clear with each breath that dissolves into the warm air, call me when poetry dares to expose itself where it has been buried in your mind, poetry in shades of white and black and everything in between. Call me when everything is falling apart, when everything is coming together. But no matter when you call me, what shade of the night or hour of the day, I will listen. And I will love you just a little bit more, if that’s even possible.

an excerpt from a book I’ll never write #189 // call me when you need me (via worldsinmywords)

“you pull the mental illness card too often” whoa… it’s almost like … my mental illnesses.. affect me… very often .. almost all the time… wow

Pockets of fluff.

The Performance of a Male Coastal Peacock Spider hoping to appeal to a Female mate.

Although other species of spider are known to perform mating rituals similar to this one, the legwork used as well as symmetry and colours of the clown faced abdomen is very unique.

A cannibalistic nature of the female; which is common in certain spider species, is also observed in this type. 

A female may witness the dance, but could already be carrying eggs or is uninterested. The perturbed female usually attacks the male; and although the male has superior jumping ability helping its escape, if it is not quick enough it is killed and devoured. 

It is also common that even if the female is interested, she can still devour the male after mating. 

(Via Peacockspiderman)

and gone is missing you;

pieces of scarred mind (09:23 03/13/2016)

I was your midnight escape when I wanted to be your seven AM sunrise, but I guess you’re just not a morning person.

H.L. // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #24 // they were like day and night  (via 451seconds)