I Experience This Pain Every Single Night ;-;

Why am I so obsessed with Raphael? Why do I love him so much? Why are there not 10000000 more Raphael fics?! Writers I am begggging

all of these are correct

He’s never beating the gay allegations

can’t do that or I’ll need to find a new place to live ._.

reblogging this as I use my phone because I can’t sleep, because I’m using my phone

this.

How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  

Bitte bitte bitte, es wäre so fucking lustig. Ich mein, stellt‘s euch vor:

Erst einmal Adam, der schon direkt am Anfang sofort checkt was hier gerade abgeht.

Und dann Leo, der richtig nervös die ganze Zeit versucht irgendwie sein Cover aufrechtzuerhalten und dann übelst von Adam aus dem Konzept gebracht wird weil der ihn sehr offensiv anflirtet.

Also so richtig flustered Leo und flirty Adam der sich n Spaß draus macht, den obviously Undercover-Cop so richtig schön rot zu kriegen. Was kann er denn auch dafür wenn die blöde Polizei unbedingt den hübschesten Cop ever zu ihm schickt, der außerdem noch richtig schlecht im schauspielern ist? Ist doch offensichtlich gefundenes Fressen für ihn.

Leos schlechte Schauspielfähigkeiten inspirieren mich:

Adam als Krimineller, Leo als Undercover Cop. Nur Leo kann genauso schlecht schauspielern wie in Fluch des Geldes und Adam merkt sofort, dass er undercover ist. Er lässt sich aber nichts anmerken weil ers lustig findet und Leo auch irgendwie heiß ist und mit einem aufgeflogenen Undercover Cop flirtet es sich schlecht.

I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff

I have an army of plushies <3

If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

yeah but actually ;—;

why do people always only expect you to have one thing. one disorder one pet one gender one pronouns one name one favorite movie one crush one best friend. like why do I have an inventory limit