Chungha ✧ Black
Show Champion 190123
The note Leonard Cohen sent his old girlfriend Marianne Ihlen when she was dying this summer.
I just want to wish you a very good journey. Goodbye old friend. Endless love, see you down the road
around when I first started dating my boyfriend i bought myself this novelty blanket that looks like a photorealistic tortilla because I am SUCH A SUCKER for novelty shit. when he saw it in person for the first time his eyes lit up, which should have been a warning sign for the indignities to come.
so he’s a first responder and his day shifts start obnoxiously early as far as I, a pampered corporate asshole, am concerned. almost invariably when he’s at my place there will be an alarm at an hour that is downright unconscionable that will make him wake up and roll out of bed to get ready and will simultaneously make me burrow under the pillows grumbling about how surely nobody actually NEEDS their lives saved this early in the morning, after which I will promptly attempt to go back to sleep
he is a clever man and he knows this is when i am most vulnerable to attack.
every single time we do this dance, he quietly dresses, packs up, goes about getting ready to leave, and then when i have juuuust fallen back asleep, he returns with the tortilla blanket. He finds it no matter where I have hidden it.
He then creeps silently up to my side of the bed and uses his superior speed, strength, and reflexes to wrap me up in it incredibly tightly while i am still dazed and sputtering, so that i cannot move my legs or arms and am reduced to humiliating halfhearted magikarp flops that do not deter him from at least attempting to kiss my forehead.
then he goes to my bedroom door, opens it, then pauses, turns around, looks at me, the soft human filling of the facsimile of an enormous burrito he has just constructed, and says in his best romantic lead voice “I’ll see you soon, beans.”
you cannot understand how devastating it is to my ego that i am beans.
oh twitter is broken for real 😞
At least I have the comfort of knowing the last thing I tweeted about was "girls girls girls (2020 ver.)"
here again. At least I have the comfort of knowing the last thing I tweeted about was boobin
At least I have the comfort of knowing the last thing I tweeted about was scholar of philosophy nmixx lily
really i think one of my favorite character dynamics is “i don’t actually like you but we’ve been through so much together that i’d trust you with my life and know that we will always back each others calls. but i still wouldn’t trust you with my car keys.” like “we aren’t really friends but we’ve been thrust into an intense situation where you are the only other person i know so now we’re besties.” and “if it weren’t for our years of history i would have literally nothing to talk to you about at this work dinner.” Enemies to lovers has NOTHING on general disinterest to begrudging acknowledgment to discovering that this person is now an inextricable part of your life
Everyone should read their own fanfics recreationally tbh this shit fucking rules. It's like the author knows exactly what I like.
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My collection of vintage fish imagery is swimming along.
when a mutual posts a poll you know nothing about, but they say "orangutan johnson my beloved, orangutan johnson sweep!!!!" you vote for orangutan johhnson. it's called loyalty.