fuck dating apps i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (you’re walking your bike up the last hill into town wearing your school uniform. i’m hanging out the passenger side window of my best friend’s car. your hands are beautiful. we know nothing about each other. you disappear in the rear view mirror. i close my eyes and send up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to god. i say please. i have never said please in my life)
The movie Wicked is proof that any source material can be vastly improved by simply making the intense female friendship much gayer + the mutual male love interest both wildly bisexual and lowkey down to just be their third
gansey impulse buying ridiculous stuff when hes upset gansey microwaving tea gansey not wanting to find glendower on a nasty day when he also couldnt wear his favorite sweater gansey going “mon dieu!!” at an ugly turkey shaped plate gansey being besties w an old professor obsessed w pigeons gansey being so obsessed w glendower that everyone in the town knows it gansey telling ronan he rmbrs when he smelled like his childhood home gansey when he
Okay now I just wanna grab some friends and go on a trip through Ireland while blasting cuts and bruises the entire time, is that too much to ask for?!
if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like
i think one of the most important things you learn about making connections with others is that a significant portion of the time people just do not know theyre doing what theyre doing
idk about you but i’m a sucker for the we just had sex and it’s the morning after and i woke up to an empty bed and how could i be so stupid of course you left me alone but wait you’re in my kitchen cooking me breakfast and i’m so relieved trope
no but like i'm so fr rn i think we'd have really good bed chem
Petition to resurrect him.
feeling like all your friends have much more fun with each other than with you
being relieved at accomplishments rather than feeling a sense of achievement
feeling like you're missing out when you're alone, but when with other people all you want is to be alone
anytime you say a bit too much you feel like you've overshared and should literally keep shut all the time
anytime someone laughs you immediately assume its about you or directed at you
you hate being humiliated in even the tiniest way
a wonderful ao3 author note