I’m sick of assuring people that I’m not getting married.
I’M ALMOST 23.
I’M NOT GETTING MARRIED.
I’M NOT MOVING IN WITH MY BOYFRIEND.
WE’RE NOT GETTING ENGAGED.
IT’S NOT HAPPENING.
(…right now…)
BRAIN. SHUT UP.
Sorry that we are so happy just dating and enjoying one another. Sorry that doesn’t fit into your freaking perfect plans.
STOP TRYING TO MAKE AN ENGAGEMENT HAPPEN, IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
(…again…right now…)
GODDAMMIT, BRAIN, NOT YOU FUCKING TOO?!
People who cook with their rings on bug me.
Am I alone in this?
I love how Coulson is all BIDNESS here. Like, “Oh, I’m naked holding a gigantic gun? Must be Tuesday, let’s get on with it, then, I have meetings to get to, and I need pants before then.”AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!!
I… no words…
I can’t even handle this!!
(via onlyifyoubadd)
I don’t blame you.
I never did.
I never will.
The end.
When my world fell out from under me, for just a second.
When all I could think of was “Stop it. You’re scaring her.”
But what I really wanted to say was “Stop it. You’re scaring ME.”
I’m the eldest, the strength, the heartbeat
And in one fail swoop, I was a gibbering, sobbing, pleading mess.
I was 16, I was scared, and I was unarmored.
When you weren’t looking, I hugged her tight to me.
I made sure she knew that what happened wasn’t okay
I made sure she knew that no one wished that on anyone.
This wasn’t stepping on Legos
This wasn’t hoping someone trips up the stairs
This was
Real
Raw
Fear.
This was
Real
Raw
Memories.
You thought it would scare her, you thought it would shake her
And it shook me.
