madwoman14:

i love you. on purpose.

ziggystarling:

ziggystarling:

artist-hope:

ziggystarling:

Local horny idiot tries to nest in my nightstand drawer

Op

Was the bird calling itself a pretty bird

He mimics what I tell him :)

tootyfruities:

sockiesock:

sockiesock:

🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵 btw.

for anyone who cant see

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savitris:

ALT

Shannan Mann, “Versions of the Undefinable Other”

literary-ambrosiac:

Love really is just “I’m thinking of you. I will ask you if you are okay. I remember your favorite flavor of tea. I want to talk to you. I hope your mother is well. I will read to you. I like your laugh. I want to help you. I will sit next to you. I got you the chocolate you like. Your eyes have gold in them. I think you’d like this book. I miss you when you aren’t here.” isn’t it?

retreat-to-your-mood:

mystery-moose:

The following two posts were shown in this exact order as I scrolled down my dash and the arrangement was so perfect I felt the need to preserve it in amber forever:

carpisuns:

i do not care how many times it’s been done. i don’t care if it’s predictable or cliché or “uncreative.” I will always feel so connected to a story where the answer to the problem is love. when love has some kind of actual power and the crowning narrative event is an expression of that power? honestly nothing is more satisfying to me. give me all the stories where true love’s kiss breaks the spell, where a selfless sacrifice saves the world, where a single act of kindness changes fate, where one person’s humanity inspires another’s, where a good heart unlocks a hidden power, where compassion paves the way for a kinder existence for all. let love eradicate evil and end wars and resurrect the dead and restore what was lost and bring peace to the land. let love be both the question and the answer. let it be the root and the result of every painful choice that leads to a beautiful ending, and let it be the ending itself. if it’s predictable, so what? it should be. love really does have the power to change the world, and I’ll never get tired of the stories that remind us of that.

cosmonautroger:

nothingbutloveforyou:

i think waiting together is a love language. wait for the train with me, so we can talk a little longer. wait for dinner with me, we can slow dance in the kitchen. wait for me until i can talk after crying my eyes out, hold me, we will figure it out. wait for me when it gets rough, i know i can get through this (with you). wait for me in the car, this song is too good to not finish listening to it. wait for the first snow with me, cold red noses and bright eyes. lets wait for each other, i love you.