Garbage Can Not Garbage Cannot

browsethestacks:

oscar-isaac:

cobie smulders really just came to save quarantine with a 'let's all stay at home' remix of 'let's go to the mall'

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Yeah hi if they try to give Bucky Barnes a love interest in FATWS who isn't Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, or Natasha Romanov (which is on thin fuckin ice) I am personally going to sue Disney thanks

fatws bucky barnes falcon and the winter soldier marvel im mad ill fight all of disney you think i wont im not a coward like they are if i see him even looking at another human i will personally end lives

itsallavengers:

7 year-old Tony watching the film reels of captain america and bucky barnes in full uniform as they beat the shit out of nazis:

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yllcm:

if you decide to unmute anything on this hellsite today please for the love of god let it be this

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ube-makaveli:

revan-trevelyan:

Sometimes the help you need isn't the help you want. Call 1-800-273-8255 if you're thinking of suicide.

This comic meant a whole lot to me. It was sincere in its depiction and treated the issue through the eyes of a grounded person. Not some godly hero saying everything is better than it seems, but a person trying his best before bringing her somewhere who can actually help.

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tinynebula:

im in fucking tears akjdjdjJdjfjfj

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yesgarbagecan:

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I don't know how to tell you that you make me feel like I could be beautiful. That when I look in the mirror I see someone who undeserving of your attention, of your affection. I see someone who has a lot to improve. Someone who doesn't know how to open their mouth and just say what they need to say.

But when I'm with you and I see myself in your eyes, I'm beautiful. You make me feel like I'm exactly who I need to be, and that that is more than enough.

When you hold me it feels like my skin is made of the softest silk. When you kiss me it's like I'm a drug you just can't seem to quit. Making you smile makes me feel so accomplished, and when you laugh my ears ring with it for hours.

I want to tell you how scared I am of how you make me feel. That I've gotten attached like this before and all I got out of it was the knowledge that I love too much too fast, and other people don't feel as strongly as I do. I want to tell you how impossibly in love with you I am, how you make me feel like no one else has ever made me feel before.

I'm so comfortable with you. With you I know that if I fuck up I won't be laughed at, but we'll laugh about it together. I know if I asked you to do nothing but sit there with me in silence, you would. And I know if I asked you to hold me and talk to me about nothing at all, you'd do that too.

I've never believed in true love or soulmates. And maybe it's the puppy love talking, or maybe something more. I've never believed that high school sweethearts could last, but you make me want them to. You make me believe in true love, in soul mates, in being truly happy with someone who complements you so perfectly.

But I have no way of knowing if you feel the same. And of course I would never say any of this to you, because my fear of rejection consumes me more than any happy feelings could ever override.

I want to tell you I love you. That I hope our expiration date isn't any time soon. That I want nothing more than for you to be happy, and I hope you're happy with me.

But maybe it's too soon for all that.

Yeah. It's definitely love

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I don't know how to tell you that you make me feel like I could be beautiful. That when I look in the mirror I see someone who undeserving of your attention, of your affection. I see someone who has a lot to improve. Someone who doesn't know how to open their mouth and just say what they need to say.

But when I'm with you and I see myself in your eyes, I'm beautiful. You make me feel like I'm exactly who I need to be, and that that is more than enough.

When you hold me it feels like my skin is made of the softest silk. When you kiss me it's like I'm a drug you just can't seem to quit. Making you smile makes me feel so accomplished, and when you laugh my ears ring with it for hours.

I want to tell you how scared I am of how you make me feel. That I've gotten attached like this before and all I got out of it was the knowledge that I love too much too fast, and other people don't feel as strongly as I do. I want to tell you how impossibly in love with you I am, how you make me feel like no one else has ever made me feel before.

I'm so comfortable with you. With you I know that if I fuck up I won't be laughed at, but we'll laugh about it together. I know if I asked you to do nothing but sit there with me in silence, you would. And I know if I asked you to hold me and talk to me about nothing at all, you'd do that too.

I've never believed in true love or soulmates. And maybe it's the puppy love talking, or maybe something more. I've never believed that high school sweethearts could last, but you make me want them to. You make me believe in true love, in soul mates, in being truly happy with someone who complements you so perfectly.

But I have no way of knowing if you feel the same. And of course I would never say any of this to you, because my fear of rejection consumes me more than any happy feelings could ever override.

I want to tell you I love you. That I hope our expiration date isn't any time soon. That I want nothing more than for you to be happy, and I hope you're happy with me.

But maybe it's too soon for all that.

im a dramatic teenager ignore me im a little dumb but also i think im in love

Garbage Can Not Garbage Cannot

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