What exactly do you do all day?
The idea is sparked:
You start gathering people for it:
Someone kind of lame asks to join:
The lame person says they can’t do it anymore:
You wait for your friends to show you their WIPs:
You seen your friends WIPs:
You see your friends finished cosplays:
You realize you’re slacking and your friends get mad:
You get your shit together and finish:
Someone has to leave the group:
You find their replacement:
You get to the con:
Someone tells you guys you look great:
THIS IS ME EXACTLY. EVERY SINGLE IMAGE.
Also brb reblogging everything from this tumblr.
“You’re misinterpreting what I’m saying,” he cried. “I didn’t come here to crow over you. I just didn’t get a chance, back then, to thank you…”
Ms. Lutyens paused, and looked back over her shoulder. Her face had lost its anger. “No, I think I do understand,” she said. “And I’m pleased to know it. But you mistake yourself. It was the boy who was grateful to me, and you are no longer that boy. You do not speak for him. We have nothing in common, you and I.”
“I wanted to say that I know you were trying to save me, and-“
“Yes,” she said, “and I’m sorry I didn’t. Good-bye Mr. Mandrake.” Then she was off, walking swiftly away from him among the damp leaves.” —Ptolemy’s Gate
Reblogged because I love the sentiment.
When we have a fight, you think I’m over here all like this:
Truth is, when we fight, I’m actually like this:
Why? Because if you decide you never want to talk to me again, I can’t just drive over and make you face the problem. You can simply erase me from your life.
And no one wins after that…
oh my god
casually sheds a tear
All of this, sobbing. It’s happened to me before and just. D8 D8 D8