mz.brezzy
blkglamorfame:

It’s not a love story.It’s not a coming of age.It’s not the kind of thing you put into a play.It’s just a small story.It’s just two friends all grown up.It happens.It happens.It happens one day.Why today?We saw our breath, though it was hardly winter.A passerby would say he’d seen it all before.The folded arms.The wounded eyes.The signs that we both ignored.The old cathedral looming in the shadows,The only thing we saw amid the threat of tears.We didn’t speak.Our lips were numb.The world didn’t crumble.You say goodbye, but do you really know it’s over?You say goodbye, but do you comprehend it?You go along,Thinking that things like this never change.And then they go and change.It’s not a love story.It’s not a coming of age.It’s not the kind of thing you put into a play.It’s just a small story.Just two friends all grown up.It happens.It happens.It happens one day.Why… does it keep coming back to one dark second?We’re skipping physics just to hold each other’s hands.Our stomachs quake.Our first mistake:We go on demanding more.Until we’re sleeping in a squalid dorm room.The lower bunk.We hold each other so tight.’Cause there’s no room here at all.We have to spoon or we’ll fall.But we refuse; we will not say the bed is too small…For us. We only wanted more.Unending.More.A horizon stretching out as far as we can see.I’d have you.You’d have me.As sure as time would pass,As permanent as stone cathedrals.Maybe if we hadn’t skipped physics,We’d know everything has a decay.We hadn’t learned yet that each romance has a last day.Cathedral bells rang out to mark the hour,Reminding us that this was just another night,That hours pass,That morning breaks,That somehow there’s still sunlight.You say goodbye,But do you really know it’s over?You say goodbye,But do you comprehend it?There was a time when you were sureSome things never change…But that can also change.It’s not a love story.It’s just a small story.And it happens one day.Why today?

blkglamorfame:

It’s not a love story.It’s not a coming of age.It’s not the kind of thing you put into a play.It’s just a small story.It’s just two friends all grown up.It happens.It happens.It happens one day.Why today?We saw our breath, though it was hardly winter.A passerby would say he’d seen it all before.The folded arms.The wounded eyes.The signs that we both ignored.The old cathedral looming in the shadows,The only thing we saw amid the threat of tears.We didn’t speak.Our lips were numb.The world didn’t crumble.You say goodbye, but do you really know it’s over?You say goodbye, but do you comprehend it?You go along,Thinking that things like this never change.And then they go and change.It’s not a love story.It’s not a coming of age.It’s not the kind of thing you put into a play.It’s just a small story.Just two friends all grown up.It happens.It happens.It happens one day.Why… does it keep coming back to one dark second?We’re skipping physics just to hold each other’s hands.Our stomachs quake.Our first mistake:We go on demanding more.Until we’re sleeping in a squalid dorm room.The lower bunk.We hold each other so tight.’Cause there’s no room here at all.We have to spoon or we’ll fall.But we refuse; we will not say the bed is too small…For us. We only wanted more.Unending.More.A horizon stretching out as far as we can see.I’d have you.You’d have me.As sure as time would pass,As permanent as stone cathedrals.Maybe if we hadn’t skipped physics,We’d know everything has a decay.We hadn’t learned yet that each romance has a last day.Cathedral bells rang out to mark the hour,Reminding us that this was just another night,That hours pass,That morning breaks,That somehow there’s still sunlight.You say goodbye,But do you really know it’s over?You say goodbye,But do you comprehend it?There was a time when you were sureSome things never change…But that can also change.It’s not a love story.It’s just a small story.And it happens one day.Why today?

i8mcij:

In honor of #PrideMonth I present to you Willi Ninja!

i8mcij:

In honor of #PrideMonth I present to you Willi Ninja!

i8mcij:

In love in memory & honoring Pride Month I present to you a Legend!

i8mcij:

In love in memory & honoring Pride Month I present to you a Legend!

phyrstborn:

badtvblog:

This is the American Idol finale I did not edit this. This is really how it aired. I would not lie to you ever.

I wanna stop laughing but I can’t

rj4gui4r:

k-for-kris:

human! #Warby again because dobby and warden finally met and Nick’s picture of them reminded me of two people tripping and falling onto eachother awkwardly…also i kept the orbs
last warby pic and the pic this was based on

Is it weird that I find both Dobby and Warden very attractive in this picture?

rj4gui4r:

k-for-kris:

human! #Warby again because dobby and warden finally met and Nick’s picture of them reminded me of two people tripping and falling onto eachother awkwardly…also i kept the orbs

last warby pic and the pic this was based on

Is it weird that I find both Dobby and Warden very attractive in this picture?

markusellis:

uncoveredbutterfly:

My Faves + Braids

wait who’s the bottom middle creature

Yaaass

Why do gay guys use so much lube during sex? Whats it like without it?
Anonymous

ikeaner-notp:

ohfuckyaoi:

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THIS NEEDS WAY MORE NOTES