friends to enemies to lovers is actually something that can be so intimate. i know you i know everything about you i have told you all my deepest secrets and you have told me yours and now i am trying to kill you literally or metaphorically because hate and love are separated by a very thin line and i don’t know which side i am on
alice using common sense in the middle of a horror narrative is so sexy
I wish all writers who haven’t been able to write in a long time bc of depression a very I love u and I promise u will write again
oh alice i love you so much
even low key jealous shes funny as fuck
reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like
Leute ... wir haben Adams Elternhaus immer Bunker genannt und jetzt ist er ausgezogen und sie waren am Ende in nem richtigen Bunker
was wenn wir es manifestiert haben💀
Coldplay’s “The Scientist” except it’s 2023 and it’s playing on the crappy radio in your lab while you nurse a mug of coffee and try to forget about the looming apocalypse, and there are experiments to do but you just need a few minutes to breath and listen to the steady sound of your labmate writing equations on his chalkboards, and you’re a little bit in love with him and a little bit in love with monsters at the end of the world.