finelinegf:

there’s just some fics… they never leave u bro. i’ll be sitting on the toilet four years later thinking about the 94k enemies to lovers fic that captured my soul

thelovelysinner:

kimnamjoonismypresident:

Omg eight sounds so bittersweet. Almost like an aftermath kind of vibe. The kind where u sit in your room in the darkest hours of the night, looking out your window to see the the lights of the city shine against the blackness and u hold your phone, scrolling thru pictures of people of the past and wondering where they are now, how are they now, and are they thinking the same way about u. It’s got that twang, a dull pain that sits beside u when the memories rush to the front of your mind, making u relive them like it was the first time.

And then it hits u.

That maybe these times might not come back, u may not re enter their lives and neither will they. But memories remain as pretty and as amazing as they had been in the making. So u still hold on. It may chafe u but the pain is worth feeling than not feeling it at all. And when the sun starts to rise, you’ll resign yourself, to start anew. U promise yourself: we’ll make the next one as pretty as the last one.

ivan-fyodorovich:

sugahoped:

are you living or are you just jumping from one obsession to the other to run away from yourself

what are you the coping mechanism police or something

generalgrievousdatingsim:

me consuming fictional work after fictional work to distract myself from the fact that i exist: i can have little a escapism. as a treat.