antigerrymanderingspiderman:

i love sitcoms, even the “bad” ones, even the ones that get worse as it goes on, i just love them. i love all of the long running jokes, the slow burn romances, the impossible situations, the meaningless drama, i love having something comforting to watch. they make me so happy.

ravenclairee:

It might seem easy to alter the color of a flower, but the rose is unique. It resists change. Why? Emperess Joséphone Bonaparte, wife of Napoléon and proud witch, cultivated one of the largest rose gardens in Europe. It’s said that Joséphine enchanted her roses so that the colors she produces remained fixed as she wanted them. Maybe so. But one thing’s certain.

lokisllaufeyson:

You are alone and you always will be.

Loki 1.04 | The Nexus Event

amymarchs:

But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.

heartofgoldmp3:

rb with your sign and whether you would prefer fairy wings, butterfly wings, or angel wings

enzobonnies:

This isn’t real. This kind of stuff just doesn’t exist. / It does in my world.

luthienne:

Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “The Good Fight”

[Text ID: How do you love?
Like a fist. Like a knife. ]

heavensghost:

talking about your feelings is SO important I won’t do it but u guys definitely should

dropovers:

me? constantly afraid of being abandoned and replaced? hell yes

dandeslion:

I don’t care if you slept with hundreds of men. You’re my mom, and I love you so much. Oh, Soph! And I haven’t slept with hundreds of men.

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esperides:

days of the week;

monday: snoozing your alarm clock, navy, seeing the moon in the morning, vanilla ice cream, writing poetry, blurry photographs, windswept hair, iced coffee

tuesday: seeing a cat on the street, a light rain shower, untied shoelaces, indistinct music from someone else’s earphones, empty coffee shops, denim jackets, long train rides

wednesday: pastel highlighters, drinking water, group laughter, plucking daisy petals, floral scents, counting down to a birthday, peonies

thursday: old books, a downpour, telling the truth, comfortable silence, hand holding, wrapping a gift, the smell of leather, reminiscence

friday: neon lights, sweet cravings, a little bit drunk, falling in love with a stranger, remembering your dreams, cherry red, late night showers, desserts at midnight

saturday: watering plants, childhood cartoons, a bowl of cereal, meeting someone new, waking up early and laying in bed, spontaneous plans, sitting on a rooftop

sunday: strawberry smoothies, golden hour, a soft feeling of wistfulness, lazy afternoons, 4pm naps, lofi mixes, deja vu, long daydreams, lighting sparklers

daenerey:

I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count