Claudia: You Still Have No Idea How This Game Is Played

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏʟᴅ 13 x ʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ

i love how in season one i really thought that noah was the main antagonist and the villain of the show and then realized that everybody just fucked him over. noah deserved better and you can't change my mind

You’re beautiful.

old vent art inspired by my favorite songs

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏ- 　

did its people want too much, too? did its people want too much?

i am afraid of love,

of hurting people, of breaking their hearts and leaving them. it feels like i’m not capable of loving someone for a long time and i can’t do anything about it — i just have to wake up every morning, knowing that my feelings are slowly fading, until one day i open my tired eyes and understang — all i feel is an eternal emptiness in my chest. 

‘i don’t love you anymore,’ i say quietly into the darkness.

‘please, stay. we can still make it work. we are a perfect couple. i love you.’

‘no,’ i reply with a cold voice. it hurts, and i can’t handle it. i am sorry. i am sorry. i am so fucking sorry.

i can’t afford to love someone anymore — it would be incredibly cruel to them.

I don’t want a degree anymore I want a nap

(suicide tw obviously) i just want to make it clear that quentin doesn’t have to actively try to physically harm himself to be engaging in suicidal behaviors and ideation???

quentin saying “break my bones, strangle me; i’m too tired to care”? that’s passively suicidal, y’all

quentin not giving one iota of a shit that alice says he’s going to die is suicidal

quentin not caring whether he lives or dies is suicidal 

quentin pushing the monster as far as he can, knowing what it does to people who push it, is suicidal 

the fact that he’s not actively seeking out buildings with easy rooftop access anymore doesn’t mean he wants to be alive right now, and he is very much not okay and somebody needs to do something about it

going through the old childhood photos and making these was kinda therapeutic in a way that if i can’t possibly blame my younger self for all the trauma, why am i blaming myself now?