All I really want is to be held.
To be able to curl into someone else, and feel them holding me, and just to rest in their arms. To hear their heartbeat through their shoulder, to feel their chest rise under my cheek. To have them stroke my hair and trace patterns on my skin and press kisses to my forehead when they think I’m asleep.
That’s all I really want.
when you fuck up and realize there’s nothing you can do so you just accept it
i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with
The Fault In Our Sombreros.
Nacho average love story.
it’s spelled olé not olay you illiterate fuck this ain’t the fault in our lotions
FYI, there is an aquarium where you can shake hands with otters.
We recently adopted a couple of kittens. This one, Starbuck, enjoys chewing on books
it bothers me that Kansas and Arkansas are not pronounced the same
I’m from the UK and I have been pronouncing Arkansas as Ar-Kansas my whole life
For all my non-american friends, Arkansas is pronounced ark-an-saw
I have this headcanon where Steve’s son is born with his original health maladies and wants to grow up to be just like his dad - and Steve is confronted with all these feelings of inadequacy as a father because he realizes his son can’t grow up to be like him. But no kid will probably ever be better protected from bullies, considering who all his uncles are. It’s probably just a matter of time before Uncle Tony builds him some really sweet replacement braces (“Should they have spinning rims? I feel like they should have spinning rims.”)
YOU SEE THOSE JAGGED BITS ON THE FLOOR?!
THAT’S MY BROKEN HEART.