I Need To Touch Grass

i need this butch so bad

I love being that mutual that is online almost 24/7

PANCAKES😝🥞

they’re way easier to eat in my opinion

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Here’s the whole thing :)

Ty for all the notes and reblogs!! 🫶

Will post another version of this too :)

hi i miss them so much i’m sobbing

NO Abby Anderson is NOT a MAN she is a BEAUTIFUL PRETTY WOMAN with GORGEOUS FRECKLES and a RADIANT SMILE!!! Please stop writing her like a man a lesbian dies when this happens 💔

collide literally left me SPEECHLESS. it broke me, put me back together, then broke me AGAINNN. ellie and reader finally getting back together after all the pain and heartbreak they went through💔 the way i sobbed reading the readers part of the epilogue. val you are AMAZING AND WONDERFUL LET ME GIVE YOU A KISS. this fic literally blew me away and i will never stop thinking about it. btw, you were so right about ellie writing lover, you should’ve come over (i listened to that song on an hour loop while reading)

ILY MWAH🤍😘🫂

OH MY GODDD I’M SOBBINGGGG the way you described it??? “it broke me, put me back together, then broke me AGAIN” is LITERALLY the exact structure of Collide. it’s meant to be healing through devastation and i am so honored that you went through it all with me.

the reader’s POV in the epilogue was SO special to me. like that was my gift to her. to you. i wanted her to finally get to speak, and when i tell you i cried writing it… I DID. the three parts of the epilogue are my magnus opus acc.

and YESSS Lover, You Should’ve Come Over??? ellie wrote that with her soul. she put her whole chest, lungs, and spiritual breakdown into it. thank you for listening on loop — that means more than you know 🥺🫂

now get over here so i can kiss you. MWAH 💋 ILY FOREVER

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