Girls Be Like ‘this Is My Comfort Song’ And It’s The Most Emotional Self Destructive Pining You’ve

the moment where. where she screams. screaming for help. i’m dying right now! screaming. and there’s no reaction at all. there’s nothing. it’s more devastating than judgment could be somehow. “i’m sorry. ignore me.” before she crumples and chokes. i’m never going to be okay again i think.

Exert from The Strangers' Picnic

Let us be kindhearted! Take me to the sea at dusk.

Let me hear what the sea tells you when it returns to itself at peace.

I won't change. I will embrace a wave and say:

Take me to the sea again.

This is what the fearful do:

when a burning star torments them, they go to the sea.

Mahmoud Darwish,

on my way to go write the most tragic fic about grief and love and forgiveness and like what do you do when your husband loves you but he loves his best friend like he’s air and he dies before you can hate him or scream or love him anyway??? and like what do you do when the love of your life dies before you can ever kiss him but his wife is alive and she’s alone and you know you have to help her because he would want you too so you stay even as it fucking kills you??? and like you’re stuck with the only other person who loved this man, who is grieving him, and you can’t help but hate them and at the same time need them at your side bc who else would understand this pain?? and also two hot people co-parent an adorable child and slowly fall in love in a simple, not a world ending, way.

love is the point (wip)

Tara thought she had kicked her habit of being easy to blush somewhere along the line of surviving the dead walking and trying to tear her throat out. But apparently not, because her face was warm as she hastily tugged Noah away, “We don’t even know that she likes girls, I mean she and Abraham are, you know, them.”  

They were far enough away that she didn’t have to worry about Rosita overhearing them, so she didn’t tackle Noah as he scoffed, “Please, she’s totally been staring at you, and Sasha, and maybe Maggie but I’m not totally sure about that one.” 

Tara fought the urge to snap back around and stare at Rosita as if she’d see a flashing bisexual flag above her head, or just a rainbow, rainbows were very nice. But she did not, because she was a survivor, because the world was ending and she was so much more mature than that. “You’re an idiot, Noah.” 

Hehehe what if the world has always been ending and by that I mean mortality constantly looms over our shoulders and what if it wasn’t actually the end it just gave life meaning?? Hehe what if

“Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed.”

“Love, Elizabeth thought, was patiently waiting for a knock on the front door. Grief was knowing the knock would never come and still sitting on the stairs, still waiting, and waiting, and waiting.”

Hehehehe

I love miniatures too much, someone take away my wallet

What is it with this show???? (I’m writing Mari Shauna hate sex at her wedding with Jackie haunting the narrative as she should.) What is it doing to me????

Addy was broken goods, and that was just the bitter fucking truth.

people help the people

Hold on to each other.