Ed Sheeran After A Year Of Hiatus: Tweets A Picture Of A Color Me:

“but this year, though I’m far from home, in Trench I’m not alone”

evidence that the new episode was a shoujo anime

- marinette running with a croissant in her mouth

- lila wall slamming marinette

- plagg dramatically almost kissing adrien

- adrien staring at marinette while she dreamily looks out the window

The non-existent fourth wall is staggering.

Whenever I tell people I write poetry the first thing they always ask is: “You don’t write that depressing shit do you?” And I always kind of pause and Laugh nervously with a quiet answer of. “Yeah. Sometimes.” And it’s true I do write “That Depressing Shit”. Because I am depressed. And I’m not saying that to be romantic or quirky, ‘Cause I know that’s what some people think. I’m saying that because I am. I’m saying that because the serotonin in my head doesn’t work properly And that causes what the psychologists call Maladaptive thoughts. It causes what I call A normal day. So yeah. I write “That Depressing Shit”. Because poetry for me is a Coping mechanism. And more than once it’s stopped me From being very very self-destructive. And. I get that There’s this stereotype about poets. That we’re all Melancholy Misanthropic Emo kids. And I get that in some ways I fit the stereotype because, I’m sad a lot, And I do like to be alone And I kind of only left my crappy emo phase sometime last year but That shouldn’t invalidate the way I feel. And I get it. If you roll your eyes at “This Depressing Shit” Because you’re healthy enough to not need it. And when I say I get it I mean I don’t because. I literally don’t understand ‘Healthiness’. Yes. I write about “That Depressing Shit”. I write about self harm and I write about panic attacks and I write about how sometimes I want to die. I also write about love. And I also write about happiness. And sometimes I write about how beautiful the world is when I actually want to be in it.

That Depressing Shit (via maenadish)

Divide ÷

Why would someone make such an awesome album? Like I don’t think awesome is even close to describe it but oh well...

Leaving Castle on the Hill and Shape of You aside for obvious reasons; first I’d like to point out I loved every single song on this freaking genius piece of art but I just feel like some of them dug into me in a personal way, like Dive or Save Myself, that are practically the most relatable of all of his lyrics. Hands down for both of them.

And then there’s Supermarket Flowers that had me tearing up even though I have the luck of never have lost a close relative, I mean you just have to hear his voice to feel the pain as your own. Same goes with Perfect, Happier and Eraser (So glad he touched this topic and RAPPED it, makes a great convo with What Do I Know?). He just carries me with his emotions for me to decipher his feelings and finally understand. I don’t know about you but I personally don’t know many artists that have the ability to do this at such a level. 

I’m genuinely happy by the way of all the hopeful love songs he wrote (Perfect, How would you feel, Hearts don’t Break Around Here, Galway Girl...), I can tell how deep in love he must be. 

And I kind of found myself making a correlation between Galway Girl and Nancy Mulligan. Man, Nancy Mulligan. I went through this one simultaneously crying and smiling like a mad person (well done there Sheeran, I hope you’re proud of yourself). What I mean is, there’s his granparents story, since the very beginning while Galway Girl would be his own love story, in both cases having an irish vibe, to say the least. 

I was also amazed at how he just went and throw so many different rythms, in Barcelona, Bibia Be Ye Ye, Galway Girl and Nancy Mulligan specifically. You can tell he has been traveling a lot. 

In any way the album as a whole is such a good mix of songs, well balanced with love and nostalgia. Maybe is too soon to tell, I’m still shocked I’m not even gonna deny it, but divide is right now my favourite Ed Sheeran album, or one of my favourites in life to be fair. 

What is to not love this man, amiright?

They made a CGI monkey sing Rock DJ and you guys are on here talking about conclave. Get your fucking priorities in order

Me: there's no more fanfics to read. what am I supposed to do now?

Responsibilities: hey

Me:

Me: *rereads old fanfics*

Ante el mirá como me ponés, respondemos

Watching this and tearing up. RIP Christina Grimmie.