lets just all go and live in vans and tell the people we love that we love them all them time and realise that when your only problem is the sun rising to early and waking you up it’s a fucking good life
AU were Marco is a huge nerd who hangs out with Armin and always wears formal clothing and has his shirt tucked into his pants and uses the word spiffy. Jean falls in love with him but pretends he isn’t because he’s too punk rock for Marco. Cue Jean messing up Marco’s hair and yanking his shirt out of his pants and Marco blacking out the cuss words on Jean’s notebooks and forcing him to text with proper grammar.
YOU DONT CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE BAND MEMBER OKAY THEY CHOOSE YOU LIKE U CANT HELP THAT YOU LIKE THAT ONE CERTAIN MEMBER JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE IT JUST HAPPENS AND U CAN’T DO SHIT ABOUT IT THIS IS BOTH FRUSTRATING AND SOMEWHAT NICE
do u ever just love someone so much it overwhelms ur entire heart and thats all u can think about and even seeing a picture of them or something just triggers this rush of emotion and all u can think is like wtf i love u
I’ve said this before but it’s probably about time I’ve said it again. I’m in a shit mood tonight so I’m sorry if this comes off as bitchy.
If I see drugs, self harm, suicide related content, physical violence or wounds, bruises, or anything of that sort on my dash reblogged from you, and you don’t have it tagged at all, I’m going to immediately unfollow you. I realize it’s your blog and you can do what you want, but to be fair, this is my dash and I can follow who I want. I want to see things on my dash that I actually want to see, not shit that fucking kills people. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.