She doesn’t say “I love you" like a normal person. Instead, she’ll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile and say, "You’re an idiot.”

And you’re a liar,
At least all of your friends are.
A n d  s o  a m  I.

It takes a bit more.
Yeah, it takes a bit more than you.
People think a soulmate is a perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soulmate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you back to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soulmate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soulmate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soulmates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soulmate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so that new light can enter, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life. Elizabeth Gilbert


meangameofpoliticalchess replied to your post “Reply”

I know right!!! I don’t care if he’s engaged either give me all the scenes!! The cast is amazing. I love when everyone interacts. lmao. When I read your ‘real connection’ comment I had dair thoughts. Friendship *high five*

LMAO!!!!!! I’m in love with this show.

LOL, Dair thoughts were to be had, of course. *high five*

I won’t say a word,
But I think he knows…


you-define-beauty replied to your post “Happy Birthday to:”


Those were the CRAZY times!!

rochellena replied to your post “My Mad Fat Diary”

I’m really hoping we get lots of Rae/Mum/Karim scenes in s2. Ian Hart is flawless. I also really like Chloe. There is so much hatred for her, but despite her flaws (and everyone on the show is flawed), she’s not a bad person. So happy you watched!

I’m happy I’ve watched it too :)

Aww, too bad people hate her, though I never cared much for people anyway.


No, I’m not.


rochellena replied to your post “Happy Birthday to:”

Awww Manu! So many hugs to you too my dear. I can’t remember if I wished you a Happy Birthday or not, so just in case, I hope that tomorrow is amazing for you! Have a belated birthday Friday! We really did have so much fun. Forever <3

"Awww" right back at you, thanks!

We had a blast, we can say that at least one very good thing came out of that shitshow. ♥

alluringcliche replied to your post “Happy Birthday to:”

thank you yes i miss you guys too and huggs <3

You’re welcome!!! <3


Happy late birthday Manu!

You’re just simply one of my favorites people here in this place. You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re one hell of a fangirl XD And I just wanted to say thank you for being a part of my Tumblr life :) I think we follow each other for about 2 years now and you’ve always been an incredible partner during the darkest and brightess days of those four up there. I’m sorry for the crappy gifs but that’s the only Dair clip I had saved and the coloring in that Steroline scene is a bitch XD I promise I’ll make you something nicer soon :D

I hope you had a great day and I hope you have an amazing life ahead of you.

I love you!! <3 

Thanks so much, Wendell, for the gift (those “crappy” gifs are lovely) and for being a part of my Tumblr life!

I’m so ready for TVD to be back so we can fangirl and fanboy about Steroline!

I love you back ♥

Happy Birthday, Natt!

The graphic’s just an excuse to wish you a birthday full of love, laughs and cake. You’re one of the loveliest people around, and I wanna thank you for always bringing joy to my Dash life. 

Much love, Manu.

Dair fic: “Violins” by Lint

Eleanor looks at him long enough to become uncomfortable.

The once judgmental glare softening under his assurance, that he’ll be with them in Blair’s corner, as this tragedy seems destined to play out.

“Keep talking like that Mr. Humphrey,” she says with the smallest hint of a smile. “And my daughter just might come out of this on her own two feet.”

Leaning forward slightly, in the mockery of a bow, he tries his best to return the smile before bidding her goodnight.


He writes twenty-three pages, drinks half a bottle of whiskey, and checks his phone fifty-six times before the night is through. Several missed calls and messages from his dad, one catty text from Serena, and nothing from Blair.

Which isn’t much of a surprise, transatlantic flights and coverage areas not withstanding, he doesn’t expect to hear from her for a few days at least. That doesn’t stop him from checking. From hoping that she isn’t as miserable as she looked getting into that car, from wishing a slew of Monte Cristoan revenge schemes on the prince.


The phone goes off on the counter next to his ear, he doesn’t remember falling asleep, one hand still perched on the keyboard and an empty glass just out of reach of the other. Not dad, or Serena, nor Blair. The credit card company calling to confirm that all the recent purchases weren’t of a fraudulent nature. Assurances that yes, he made those charges, come from a gravel lined throat as he moves to the fridge desperate for water.

Taking a healthy gulp, he wonders if Blair’s LaGuardia escape outfit found a place in a tucked away corner of one of her drawers, or if it ended up in the bottom of a garbage can as soon as she could get it off.


Alessandra reads the new pages with an eagerness he doesn’t know how to react to. After the initial surprise at the subject matter, the sequel the publishers wanted but they recoiled from.

“Who is this girl?” She asks, flipping page after page. “That makes these words come out of you like this?”

Dan laughs, scratching the back of his head and trying to figure out if it’s as rhetorical as it sounds.

“You definitely have something here,” she continues. “Keep it up and we can probably sell them on a multi book deal this time.”

His lips purse as he wonders if the constant ache of the unrequited is worth any literary notoriety. 


Blair finally sends a text.

Hate the feel of sand between my toes, but the sunset is beautiful. Oh, coconut rum is my new favorite thing.

He reads the message a dozen times before contemplating a reply.

How are you doing?

He imagines her strolling along a beach with a husband she doesn’t love, putting up fake smiles as the cameras snap away, and regretting every single second she must endure.

As well as can be expected.


Serena corners him at their parent’s house.

Still completely unwilling to let what he did for Blair go. It’s not her refusal to accept his feelings that’s confounding, but the outright denial that they exist at all. Or the ridiculous expectation that he return her own affections for no other reason than her having them.

Truth is, he hasn’t thought about her that way for quite some time, and with good reason. While he’s never held what she put him through a year ago against her, it keeps him from going down that road again.

“She’s married, Dan.” Serena says with arms crossed. “Sham it may be. Even if she wasn’t there’s Chuck. Then me and you. And I just-”

Though not quite reaching the breaking point as he did with Blair, he’s really not in the mood to deal with this.

“No,” he interrupts the point she so eagerly wants to make. “There isn’t a ‘me and you.’”


He sends Blair a message.

Watched Funny Face by myself and didn’t laugh once.

Her reply doesn’t come until morning.

I always knew you had issues Humphrey.


Sharing a beer with Nate because they haven’t seen each other since the wedding. He too busy wooing Lola and Dan tucked away in Brooklyn scribbling endless pages.

He keeps checking the door, expectant that Chuck will walk through any minute.

“Relax,” Nate says, noticing. “He’s got like, six meetings today, and won’t be back for hours.”

Dan nods taking a pull from his bottle. Though he and Chuck have easily fallen back into their thinly veiled tolerance for the sake of people they know so seamlessly, he didn’t mind the brief period where tolerance leaned more toward acceptance. Even if the familiarity of their social class tet-a-tet is easier to deal with than a one sided rivalry for Blair’s affection.

“So you and Blair, huh?” Nate asks, idly rolling the cue ball across the felt of the pool table.

Instinct tells him to deny. As it does with anyone who realizes how he feels. 

— knives-and-lint