kpfun:

It’s okay, baby girl. You’re safe. I got you.

THE LAST OF US
2023- • 1.01 // 1.09

babypears:

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kilruas:

Yae Miko: Kitsune’s Affections ✩

spongebobssquarepants:

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velinxi:

Friends

nocturnal-stims:

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Everyday life of Pokemon

Animation by おしるこ | IG

secretslivehere:

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dadaaesthetic:

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secretslivehere:

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you deserve more

just-a-hopeful-romantic:

it’s true what they say: sometimes holding on hurts so much more than letting go

secretslivehere:

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coffee-scripts:

I’ve started to wonder

If there’s something broken in me

Maybe I’m made to love

Not to be loved

are-we-okay-now-deactivated2022:

It’s funny, all the stupid stuff I’ve done just to talk to you for a few more minutes.

pseudomenudo:

Unloved

How to love a boy who can not love you

Not because he doesn’t want to, no

But because your wires and his are crossed

In different directions

You are manufactured to crave and give affection

To drown your lover with your attention

He is constructed with different materials

Though he can reassure you, aid you in difficult times

He can not hold you when you cry

Or tell you he loves you when he says goodbye

You dream in love, in sweet caresses

In a lovers kiss, in tender expressions

His touch is cold, his mouth is set

He will not love you, the way you’re meant

He will not love you, not now, not ever

Give up now, let him go

In your heart you already know

He is not your destined “Forever”.

You deserve so much more.

gyermey:

Can I be honest with you?

I seriously went to other people to ask how I should approach you. I don’t even know who I fucking am anymore. I’ve always been a “talk about it” or “if you wanna know, ask” kind of person. Blunt. Straight. To the point. But I’ve been so scared I might be pushing you away, so petrified by the idea that I might come on too strong, that I started playing all these silly little games. I fucking hate staring at my phone wanting nothing more than to talk to you, but holding back because “it hasn’t been a whole day yet” or because I’m “waiting for you to text first.” Fuck. That. I like you; maybe a little more than I’d like to admit. I want to go out and experience new things with you. See you smile and laugh while we make stupid little jokes to each other. I want to learn what makes you tick. What your deepest fears are. What your biggest passions are. I want to prove to you that you mean more to me than just some repository for attention. If that scares you away, then fine. If you don’t feel comfortable with that yet, that’s okay. I can’t force you to like me. But at least I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing that I put my best foot forward. That I wore my heart on my sleeve, and no one had to guess how I feel. I’m done playing these stupid fucking games.

(J)