you have this idea in your head that the only time you’re worthy of being loved is when you’re at your best. you’re still worthy of being loved when you’re at your lowest. you’re still worthy of being loved when you don’t want to go on anymore. you are still worthy of being loved even when you don’t love yourself. you are a human and therefore always worthy of being loved and don’t you fool yourself into thinking otherwise.
Me during the whole day: I want to do a total of 0 (zero) things
Me at night: I need to get my life together, I want to be fluent in 3 languages, practice different art styles, learn about the modern civilization and economy and politics and watch a bunch of movies and write and read a couple of books and do e v e r y t h i n g.
A little peek at a fic from a prompt for “roommates” for Drake and Louisa...
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When Drake sublet a room in NYC sight unseen, he knew he was taking a risk but generally he’s an easygoing guy and he takes most things pretty well. He didn’t flinch when “old world charm” had translated to 6th floor walkup without a functioning elevator. He hadn’t freaked out when “cozy” had turned out to mean 400 square feet chopped into two compact bedrooms, a kitchenette, and a minuscule bathroom. He didn’t even mind that “close to transportation” had turned out to mean a train that rattled all the windows when it roared past.
But now, looking down at the woman who had just unlocked the door and entered the apartment, he felt like the floor had fallen out from under him and his mind was reeling with something like panic.
“I, uh, thought Tyler said his roommate was Lou?”
The woman’s brown eyes crinkled at the corners as a wide, gorgeous smile graced her full lips and she laughed. Suddenly, Drake felt breathless in a way that made his chest ache way more than all the freakin’ stairs.
“Louisa Tennant,” she offered him a hand. “My friends call me Lou and you must be my new roommmate.”