If Micah Has A Million Haters, I Am One Of Them. If Micah Has No Haters, I Am Dead.

if micah has a million haters, i am one of them. if micah has no haters, i am dead.

in love with the concept that even after their memories are erased, character A still loves character B. there's a hole in their heart when they're apart and A doesn't know why. they long to return home, but they don't remember what---or who--- home is. then finally they reunite and B is expecting anything except than A breaking into a smile despite not even knowing their name. the whispered "i feel like i've known you my entire life", the confession of "i feel like we've met before." my heart shatters.

i love magic systems in which using magic destroys the user. you regard the slowly worsening changes in your health as nothing more than unlucky coincidences because you're too scared to admit the magic you're becoming addicted to using is destroying you piece by piece. do you want to be loved, to watch as justice falls upon those who wronged you? it'll cost you everything.

"Not all men-"

You're absolutely right. Finnick Odair, victor of the 65th Hunger Games and an absolute cutie patootie, would never do this.

Natasha Romanoff can step on me.

And I'd thank her.

no thoughts just natasha romanoff