Sorrows. Sorrows. Prayers.

sorrows. sorrows. prayers.

a very random way i know i loved someone is if i remember the layout of their house. i can walk around your house in my brain still, because i loved you. i remember the curve of your steps and how it felt to stand in your kitchen. i know what it felt like to look down to the second floor from the top of your stairs. i remember what color pink your room was. i remember running up the steps into your room. i remember this because i loved you, because a part of me still thinks i need to know, incase i ever end up going back.

suits being put on netflix is actually the best thing to happen to me this week

thinking abt marcus baker x reader with the fake dating trope, he runs to her when ginny starts dating hunter and in the process of (successfully) making ginny jealous he falls for reader.

rip jj maybank, he’s not dead just fictional.

and what if he was happy!!!