and then there’s this one here who thinks she has licence to post heart-exploding shit like this. Troian. Sweet Jesus.
t . los angeles . ca . 2013
beware of upcoming monologue. But this, this gorgeous, amazing, and soulful photo is a perfect representation as to why I never have to go to sleep worrying whether or not Patrick is right for Troian. Because put simply, it is so evident that she is his end. She’s the end of the road, the last stop, the final destination. There is no one more important to him than her and there’s no way he’d rather spend his time than spend it with her and the way he loves her is so pure and real and playful and genuine and comfortable and right and he’s her best friend and she is his and she’s the most beautiful thing in this world and he knows it and he appreciates it and he loves her for who she is and he fights for her until he wins. And it isn’t just this picture that does it. It’s every SINGLE one, every flawless capture whether it be posed or spontaneous, every selfie and every photobomb and every single stupid beautiful piece of their relationship they graciously grant us the pleasure of seeing. Every part of it makes my heart fuller and more satisfied and more delighted with the idea that he is who she’ll spend the rest of her life with. I trust him with her heart utterly and completely. And as much as I adore Pretty Little Liars and Suits, I can’t wait until the day where these two impossibly selfless people don’t have to span their relationship across a country and squish it into a 2 day weekend because their love deserves to be an every day, every night, every morning coffee and late-night dinner type of thing. Ugh, Patrick and Troian, Damn you two, you have my heart.
Marlene King (via thebestplltheories)
this literally translates to, “meh have yet to come up with a shitty follow-up storyline for that greatly-potentialled one
my algebra teacher is pregnant and asked my class for baby names and she called on me and i panicked and said luigi
I WAS ON MY PHONE IN ART AND I READ THIS AND LAUGHED OUT LOUD AND A KID NEXT TO ME WAS LIKE “WHO ARE YOU TEXTING” AND I PANICKED AND SAID “LUIGI”
GUYS THIS SHOULD BE A THING. EVERYTIME SOMEONE ASKS YOU SOMETHING AND YOU PANIC JUST SAY LUIGI
luigi! at the disco
i’ve reblogged 3 variations of this already