Hang in there, Kreisha. No falling sick until after 26th.
I don’t understand how the world works but as of now I’m just wondering why the rate of my bravery (aka utter recklessness) is directly proportional to the rate of the protection I get from people. why what are you doing no stahp hahahahah
In that same place where he ruined me, you brought my life and my laughter back. And I remember, because how could I forget.
In my dream, you broke a promise. That broken promise felt to me like a broken bone, or probably worse. It felt like I was suffocating from all the crying. My chest was being suppressed and these paroxysm of sobs were audibly painful.
The moment I woke up, I was hyperventilating. If only I was a child that would be caressed and comforted after waking up from a nightmare.
I was almost tempted to grab my phone from the bedside table to call you and to make sure that everything is as intact as it is.
But I know better than that. I held myself back from making that call because I trust you better than that dream. And that trust tells me you would never break a promise.
“There is no greater love than this: that a person would lay down his life for the sake of his friends.” - John 15:13
And it is such an honor know that there would be no greater love than the love I have for you.
my algebra teacher is pregnant and asked my class for baby names and she called on me and i panicked and said luigi
I WAS ON MY PHONE IN ART AND I READ THIS AND LAUGHED OUT LOUD AND A KID NEXT TO ME WAS LIKE “WHO ARE YOU TEXTING” AND I PANICKED AND SAID “LUIGI”
GUYS THIS SHOULD BE A THING. EVERYTIME SOMEONE ASKS YOU SOMETHING AND YOU PANIC JUST SAY LUIGI
luigi! at the disco
i’ve reblogged 3 variations of this already