todays bird
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Three Goblin Art
EXPECTATIONS
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Misplaced Lens Cap
@theartofmadeline
Cosimo Galluzzi
#extradirty
No title available
official daine visual archive
Origami Around
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin
oozey mess
YOU ARE THE REASON
Sade Olutola
macklin celebrini has autism
cherry valley forever
seen from Argentina
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Iraq
seen from Lebanon
seen from Germany
seen from Spain
seen from Russia
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@aciidus-blog
text || her
Jace: it's just a strange request
Jace: what.....? just tell me
Jace: i didn't know what to say
Jace: um wtf what about no
Jace: oh
Jace: ;)
Marilyn: is it, really?
Marilyn: maybe next time
Marilyn: oh
Marilyn: what about yes
Marilyn: oh
Marilyn: c:
sms. // adalynn.
adalynn: well what
adalynn: me > u
cameron: idk
cameron: lies
cameron: me > u
Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.
Jonathan Carroll, White Apples (via quotethat)
I’m not stupid, I know I’m hard to love. I know I am jealous and sensitive, cruel and vengeful. But you love me like it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done.
"That’s Because It Is" (#692: October 8, 2014)
text || her
Jace: i'm not being judgmental right now. i'm trying to wrap my head around this
Jace: because i what
Jace: oh
Jace: thankfully i'm far away rn
Jace: :)
Marilyn: what's so hard to understand
Marilyn: well...................
Marilyn: oh?
Marilyn: uhm wtf i really am good with knives i'm gonna throw one at you as soon as i go back there
Marilyn: too many smiley faces ://
Marilyn: (:
sms. // adalynn.
adalynn: i'm sorry
adalynn: please i'll do anything
adalynn: me > u
cameron: uh
cameron: well
cameron: me > u
text || her
Jace: p sure it's a kink. so for your birthday you want me in a bra? why should i do this?
Jace: but what
Jace: marilyn no stop
Jace: :)
Marilyn: it is not!! but what if it was, why are u so judgmental
Marilyn: you should.... because.... you............
Marilyn: idk if i want to go back and deal with gertrude
Marilyn: u can't stop me *knife emoji*
Marilyn: :)
sms. // adalynn.
adalynn: i have yet to see it
adalynn: come onn pleaseee
adalynn: me > u
cameron: not my fault u're not nice enough to see my nice side
cameron: no bc you're not nice to me
cameron: me > u
text || her
Jace: your kink is me in a bra
Jace: just wondering
Jace: i don't trust you with a knife
Jace: i do believe
Marilyn: it's not a kink it's a funny thing that i want to see as my late birthday present
Marilyn: idk winter break is soon but
Marilyn: why not? i'm good with knifes *knife emoji*
Marilyn:
sms. // adalynn.
adalynn: you're the mean one
adalynn: go get me a latte
adalynn: chocolate chip cookies > u
cameron: no i'm super nice
cameron: nah, get your own coffee
cameron: me > u
sms. // adalynn.
adalynn: i'm the sweetest
adalynn: aren't you supposed to be drowning in work rn
adalynn: me >
cameron: no
cameron: idk, am i
cameron: lava cake > u
text || her
Jace: your sins, not mine
Jace: when r u coming to visit
Jace: r u trying to imply something here
Jace: if you say so
Marilyn: yours
Marilyn: i don't know, why
Marilyn: that i hate snakes, maybe
Marilyn: u don't believe
sms. // adalynn.
adalynn: uh huh whatever you say
adalynn: that's so much work tho
adalynn: chicken > turkey
cameron: you're not very nice
cameron: somebody has to do it and it won't be me
cameron: turkey >
text || her
Jace: it definitely was
Jace: i don't have any weird kinks
Jace: a little
Jace: *snake emoji*
Jace: wow rude
Marilyn: no it wasn't don't blame your sins on me
Marilyn: good, it'd be sad if u didn't
Marilyn: *knife emoji*
Marilyn: it was a nice kind of rude ok
sms. // adalynn.
adalynn: sure about that?
adalynn: i don't remember
adalynn: weirdo. eat some chicken
cameron: very
cameron: scroll back up
cameron: i don't want chicken, turkey's better
What if, in another universe, I deserve you? Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously. Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real. Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you. Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions. For instance: In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep. Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch. Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence. Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats. Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other. Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you. If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong. You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy. If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault. So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse. Well, isn’t that comforting? If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right? Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.
Maybe In Another Universe, I Deserve You, by Gaby Dunn (via hollowes)
