Theres Literally Nothing More Fun Than Being Kind????? Like? Making Someone Feel Loved And Appreciated

there’s literally nothing more fun than being kind????? like? making someone feel loved and appreciated and seeing them smile and hearing them giggle?? sign me the fuck up

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

— Mitch Albom (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

"can't you get allergic if you, like, eat too much of a thing? maybe that's what happened with you and nectarines." he suggested with a shrug of his own. his possible pistachio allergy could've just been a reaction to a bad batch of baklava, but he hadn't been to an allergist ever and didn't have plans to. so a mystery it would stay! he shook his head then, "no, no, i have no problem with ice cream in a cup. i think ice cream has a time and a place in all its forms. like... an ice cream date? i'd probably get a cup. today? i'm walking home with it, so a cone."

"you think? oh gosh, that doesn't sound very fun to be allergic to. i think i'm allergic to nectarines. and i used to love them as a kid. but now? my throat gets all scratchy and it's the worst. especially when it's something you like and you know you can't have it." she shrugged her shoulders. "we all can't like the same thing, right? it's good to have your own preferences, after all. " she thought about it for a moment before turning back to him. "see, i'm more of a ice cream in a cup girl. is that something ice cream experts consider a red flag or?"

she doesn't find his quip funny. not now. and she waits for the response, a whole new wave of rage passing over her when she lies, but it doesn't show that passionately yet. at first, she simply says, "sick? hm," miranda paces a bit closer to dash, ignoring the pizza offer altogether, "mr. phillips didn't say anything about you being sick when i spoke to him earlier." she crosses her arms over her chest, "actually, he told me a much different story. can you guess what that is?" if not, she's more than happy to fill in the blank.

he blinks to avoid looking at her for too long. when she uses that tone, he feels so small, like he’s a child again. despite his nerves, however, he can’t help the quip that flies out of his mouth almost instantly, “look at us, on the same page and all.” the use of the full name means he’s in trouble, though he thinks that’s the only time she ever really refers to him by any name. “i’m sick. like, really sick. real deadly stuff. they said i should take the day off before i infect the office. you should probably stay away before you catch it.” a beat. then, he holds out the cardboard box. “pizza?”

"is there an age limit on marshmallows?" eren tilts his head to the side, a slight look of intrigue on his face as senne speaks, "am i no longer allowed to enjoy a s'more?" he asks him with a soft chuckle, "are adults doomed to a sad non-marshmallow existence?!" now he's leaning toward the cookie dough, obviously not because of senne's comment or anything.

senne is hovered over the selection of ice creams, taking note of which flavour seems to be reaching its end and which flavour has hardly been touched. they’ve been here every day this week, at the same time. luckily for him, today he gets to run into their favourite beefcake. “that’s a perverted question,” he says flatly, not looking up from the glass. “aren’t you too old for marshmallows?”

he wishes he hated the way she smiles at him, it would make things easier, instead it makes his heart beat faster and his palms feel a little sweaty. there are a million things he wants to say, but he's never been the best at words and he doesn't want to make her feel guilty. as much as the breakup hurt him, eren doesn't want her to feel bad because he's sure she had her reasons. or, at least, he hopes she had a good reason to end things. he still doesn't know. he wonders if she'll ever tell him. eren lets out a breath, a little shrug rolling off of his shoulders, "i'm..." confused, sad, a little angry, "fine. i'm doing okay." definitely not well and even fine is a stretch. it all still feels so fresh and he wants to do is pull her close, have her in his arms, but he can't. "i, uh..." he wants to tell her that he misses her, "i've been thinkin' about you." maybe even worse than 'i miss you'? he's not sure. "i've been wanting to see you, to check in and stuff..." to check in about what? he's not entirely sure. it felt like a fair enough thing to say. again, words have never really been his thing.

it was cowardly, she knows. running away from someone without really giving them a reason why, without any explanation, despite knowing that they, of all people, deserve one. despite the love between the two. but that love was exactly what got her into this mess to begin with, and now, she finds herself swallowing thickly as she looks at the man she has been trying so hard to avoid. easier said than done in such a small town like this. "hi," she says, forcing a smile, even with the feeling of her heart constricting in her chest, all the memories running through her brain like a movie watched in 2x speed, causing her to inhale sharply. "i've been good," gabby says softly, her smile turning more genuine. warmer. she's always felt so good in eren's presence, but now, it's tainted with the guilt knowing she has hurt such a good man. someone who didn't even do anything wrong to begin with. the thought causes the smile to drop from her face slightly before she nods. "and you? i hope you've been doing well?" she gently asks.