𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ STRONG, вυт 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝕆ℕ𝔾𝔼ℝ.
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
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Mike Driver

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Cosimo Galluzzi
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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will byers stan first human second
NASA
occasionally subtle

Origami Around

titsay
EXPECTATIONS
noise dept.
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YOU ARE THE REASON

shark vs the universe
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𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ STRONG, вυт 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝕆ℕ𝔾𝔼ℝ.
Isn’t it amazing how a person who was once just a stranger, suddenly meant the world to you?
(via lovequotespost)
Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
“You managed to walk here, and you are more than capable of walking back to wherever the hell you came from. I’ve learned my lesson when putting my trust into people who don’t deserve it.” Looking down at the stranger from one of the second-floor windows, Alice nods towards the line rusted cars that separate the outside world from the hospital. “I’ll give you a first aid kit out of our stock, but if you move past those cars, you’re as good as dead.”
¦ ❖ ¦ — ❝ℳy arm is what’s busted, s’got nothin’ to do with how well my damned legs work. And how th’fuck do you know I don’t deserve trust if you don’t even give me a chance, huh?❞ she seethed, clutching her injured arm close while she followed the woman’s gesture towards the barrier of old cars she’d noticed on the way through.
Her gaze effectively snapped back up as the first aid kit was offered, taking careful note of the tip about the cars as she crept closer to the window the other spoke through. ❝That’s all I need - shit, thank you.❞
“How little we must think of ourselves to only expect tolerance. What about acceptance? What about celebration and love and embracing difference rather than merely tolerating it? What might happen if we raise the bar higher?”
carefree black girls → samira wiley
Whelp, watched the new OITNB… Talk about intense. So happy Poussey and Brooke to cope… (tbh adds them to my endless list of lgbt female characters that deserved so much better,)
“And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love, cannot be killed or swept aside.” lin-manuel miranda.
#PousseyDeservedBetter
I am an impulsive roleplayer.
I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’
I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.
Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!
And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!
I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?
anyways lesbians and black women and black lesbians deserve to be happy
types of kisses (part i)
wake up kisses pressed gently to the column of A’s neck or the underside of B’s jaw.
morning kisses; gentle and lazy, humming in contentment, limbs still tangled together, hands wandering over soft exposed skin.
stay in bed kisses, mischievous and deep, punctuating flirtatiously whispered bargaining words.
come back to bed kisses left on A’s neck and shoulder, unhurried and tender, with arms wrapped around A’s waist.
rushed late for work kisses, a flash of heat before hurrying out the door.
tender kisses when one brings home flowers for the other.
sticky ice cream kisses, sitting on a bench in the park and laughing against each other’s lips.
cheek kisses that leave red lipstick stains.
kisses absently left on the backs of hands, fingers entwined in silent comfort.
joyful kisses peppered across foreheads and cheeks between scattered giggles.
comforting kisses pressed to tear-stained cheeks between whispered words of reassurance and concern.
heated kisses with gasps in between, hands tugging at clothes and exploring skin, bodies pressed close. giving in.
long, slow kisses in the afterglow, fingers woven through hair and hearts beating in unison.
soft goodnight kisses exchanged on lamp-lit doorsteps on chilly autumn evenings.
a single loving kiss left on the other’s forehead when they fall asleep snuggled close together.
What is love? ❝It’s just chilling, you know? Kicking it with somebody, talking, making mad stupid jokes. And, like, not even wanting to go to sleep, ‘cause then you might be without ‘em for a minute. And you don’t want that.❞
It’s just chilling, you know? Kicking it with somebody, talking, making mad stupid jokes. And like, not even wanting to go to sleep, ‘cause then you might be without them for a minute. And you don’t want that.