Okay, I Just Read “Best One Yet” And Let Me Start Off By Saying It Was Beautiful!!!

Ruined my whole night. UGH!

*sobs quietly*

sorry...

me too dickie…me to

“𝖨’𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽.”

ouhhh that hurt

hey um :3 where do you hold your love?

in your heart

you hold your love in your heart. love is intrinsic, inevitable, love is the beating core of everything; love is also hard to talk about. your love comes out with more rareness, mostly shows up for the big things in a big way- this doesn't mean it doesn't beat for the small stuff, you feel it all, in fact you feel it more intensely than most which is why it's so hard to get out. you hold your love inside you because it matters, it might be the only thing that does.

i’m tipsy~

Had my new years poop, im gonna eat 12 grapes, imma be an academic weapon! YK WHAT! I ALREADY HAVE IT YK WHY?? COZ I AM THAT GUY! I ALREADY HAVE IT. HEAR THAT UNIVERSE IM MANIFESTING WHAT I ALREADY HAVE! THE LIFE I WANT I HAAAAVE!!!!

rb to make tea for the person u reblogged this from

He was a sad one, that you could admit but he wasn’t bad. You liked hanging around Oliver and occasionally Michael who had only tolerated your presence if for but the fact that you always gave him a crunchie bar whenever you two studied together. Oliver was the better option, someone you could sit in complete silence with and have small conversations about random nerdy shit that you couldn’t talk about with Felix. The boy would listen, sure but he got bored easily and soon enough the conversations about Doctor Who or The Hobbit were switched to small moans, slick sounds and gagging or fuzzy memories clouded by the essence of the weed you would pass back and forth to each other. 

But lately you couldn’t find yourself comfortable anywhere execpt with those two boys and even then something was off. You didn’t know what it was but one night you couldn’t take it anymore and knocked on Felix’s dorm room door. 

“Hey,” he says confused and slightly concerned. His hands cup your cheeks, his dark eyes registering the fear that clouds your face. “What's wrong?”

You only look behind your shoulder and clutch your blanket and pillow tighter to your chest. “Can I stay the night? Please.” He only opens the door wider, inviting you in and checking behind you as well, making sure that no one was waiting in the dark. 

And like with all things with Felix, it got out of hand.

Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your sweat slicked hands brace themselves against his hard chest as he pounds into you. The sound of your slick against his cock, an echoing sound that joins your muffled moans under his hand to make sure that his entire floor doesn’t come banging on his door in the middle of the night. His breath is hot against your ear and small strands of his dark hair tickle your nose. Words are muffled, his dirty talk only white sound as you lose yourself to the pleasure. 

Your head falls to the side and your eyes are now looking out the window. And despite your fuzzy vision in the start, it soon tunnels onto one thing: a pair of bright blue eyes staring right into your own.

Sooo saltburn…

jesus christ that movie is unhinged but i fucking LOVED IT.

BARRY DID SO GOOD PLAYING OLVIER OMDS LIKE.. IM IN SHAMBLES.

AND JACOB??? WOOH LORD

if u see a Saltburn fic at any point mind ya business.

i want this so bad

rip angela carter for she too would have loved saltburn

rip mary shelly you would've loved saltburn