"even If No One Else Accepts You, I'll Live With You"

People are like “it’s so beautiful no clouds at all” it could use a little clouds if I had to be honest.

The way hero Touya’s costume is a mix of his dad’s (the innerwear and the gears) along with his signature coat like the one he wears as a villain too (he’s got style, duhh) MAN he would’ve been the coolest hottest hero ever omfggg

i think we as a societyshould make aventurine smile more

few things more humbling than the realization that you really do write the same fic(s) over and over again

remember when it was fun

every time i think about them i feel like i need the memory gun

I started collecting knives. Because my friend died. And I was hoping somebody would try to hurt me so I could kill them. Man what a fucking thing to say

Getting into a verbal spat with a nearby stranger (Soap) over something inconsequential when you’re forced to overhear the loud, very confident, and horrifically wrong point he’s trying to make to his buddy.

He seems quite annoyed to be interrupted at first, but then he actually gets a good look at you, and suddenly he’s more than happy to engage with your criticism—you’re tenacious. The topic far too stupid to deem either of you the clear winner beyond personal preferences, so it ends up being a fight to see who can outlast the other, and neither of you are willing to let up.

You’re jamming your finger into his puffed out chest, missing the dangerous glint in his eyes that he gets as the digit makes contact with his shirt when an uninvolved party jeers at the two of you to get a room.

Your eyebrows nearly fly off your face when your Irritating opponent snaps back with a frustrated “-ah’m tryin’!”

i will never stop thinking about this poem my greek professor showed us