everyone has a cinnamon roll ship™, and another ship that’s so dark that all the edits for some reason involve blood
And then you have those ships that somehow manage to be both and you get to watch as your life slowly falls apart
Angst and fluff mixed together is deadly and should Not Be Allowed
love being trusted with “you cant tell anyone this” conversations and nodding a lot and forgetting everything they told me like god intended and going down as a trustworthy individual while doing literally zero work of ill or good
Amnesic neutral
bf: babe come over
me: i can’t, i’m having an existential crisis
bf: my parents aren’t home
me: are any of us really, truly….home?
