All Too Well - Blog Posts
When All Too Well shuffles to IKYWT
AND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE, SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST
All Too Well
Inspired Wallpaper
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You kept me like a secret, but i kept you like an oath.
My walking to school playlist for autumn because I love love LOVE autumn
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♡﹒ and you almost ran red, cause you were looking at me . . .
˳ 𓇼 、wind in my hair, i was there, i remember it all too well.
like the moodboard? it's a teaser for an upcoming fanfic! make sure u follow me and stay tuned! thank you, bye!! <33
They say all's well that ends well, but I'm in a new Hell
Every time you double-cross my mind
Taylor Swift, 'All too well'
You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.
Taylor Swift, 'All too well'
rip sirius black, you would’ve loved all the jake gyllenhaal slander.
my pics from the Red set at LA Night 5
I did not just meet the nicest guy ever, only to find out he's British and going back to London on Thursday for a few days.
Thanks blondie for the timing🙏🏼
Not everyone can afford this madness, i am not tethered to anything, loneliness is a side effect of self medicating,nothing good can come out of infinite apologies;
my tragedy is- my freedom is absolute; it's abandonment at its finest. I am everything my mother warned me not to be.
I HATE-
no. we're getting the 10 minute version of all too well in about a hundred days.
I'M DONE HATING. TODAY IS ✨LOVE✨
I've never felt like this... fuck I miss him.
Were keeping distance because were both not ready.
my scars haven't even healed, and i don't think they're going to heal anytime soon.
Hes not ready to be open and trust me
My mind is a constant battle, and even when we were "together", I couldn't mentally handle it.
I'm really not ready, and neither is he, and it fucking sucks because I think he's the one.
ik its only been a short time, but I think I love him.
but it doesnt matter. he's gonna move on soon, but I never will.
Im suprised I made it this far without bingeing. I ate about 400 calories. I feel starving but full. The only thing us now i cant sleep...
“Hope I never lose you”
Niragi x F!reader
Genre: angst, comfort, happy ending (no borderlands)
A/N: off topic but how do i get the ask box on my profile
The rain hits the kitchen window in a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat Niragi can’t get in sync with. The candlelight flickers slightly as he paces, frustration simmering under his skin.
“You always do this” he snaps, words too sharp. “You make everything about how you feel. Like I don’t get to be pissed off too.”
Y/N flinches. She’s standing by the sink. Her eyes, big and already watery, flick up to meet his.
“I just wanted to talk. You didn’t have to…” Her voice cracks, brittle. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you don’t matter.”
Niragi’s jaw tightens. The anger is stupid and misdirected. Something from work, from stress, from the overwhelming fear he’s never named, that she could leave, and he wouldn’t know how to breathe anymore.
But instead of explaining, he says the one thing he never should.
“Maybe this isn’t working.”
Silence crashes down harder than the rain.
Y/N’s breath hitches.
“What?” she whispers. Her whole body trembles, not dramatically, just enough for Niragi to feel it like a scream in the back of his throat. “You… you don’t mean that.”
And he knows she’s right. But he’s too stubborn, too scared, too full of pride. So he doesn’t say anything.
Until she turns away.
She presses a hand to her mouth like she’s trying not to cry. But the sob breaks through anyway, raw and real, like a wound reopening. Her back to him, shoulders shaking, she chokes out, “I told myself if you ever said something like that, I’d walk away. I swore I’d never stay where I wasn’t wanted.”
Something in him snaps.
He crosses the kitchen in two long strides and wraps his arms around her from behind, pulling her into his chest. She resists at first, frozen and hurt and so damn quiet. But then she crumbles into him, sobbing openly now, and Niragi holds her tighter.
“I didn’t mean it” he murmurs, forehead buried in her shoulder. “God, I didn’t mean it. I was angry and scared and stupid. I love you. I love you so much it makes me a fucking mess.”
She turns in his arms, her face blotchy and tear-streaked. “You said-”
“I know.” His voice breaks and he cups her face. “And I’ll never say it again. Not even in a fight. Not even if I’m losing my mind. You’re everything, Y/N. I swear, if you ever left, I wouldn’t know how to live in this place. I wouldn’t walk down this street again.”
She searches his eyes for a long moment, as if trying to believe him. Then, finally, she buries her face in his chest, arms curling around his waist.
They stand there in the kitchen. Two broken pieces holding each other together. The mug sits forgotten on the counter. The storm outside rages on.
But inside, for now, there’s only quiet reconciliation.