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@alsklingmoon
this blog is a museum of my heart
THE GAANG + CHARACTER PROFILES →insp: x, x, x, x
U GUYS ARE SO CUTE SO CUTE SO CUTEEE I AM DYING
Shū Fujiwara (愁 藤原) ⋆
tsurune: tsunagari no issha #03: winds of a brewing storm ⋆ 朝嵐が吹く
Fujiwara Shuu ★ Tsurune S2 E2
ANNE WITH AN E + winter in avonlea
“The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack - and then gently pour your love into that crack.”
— Keith Miller
“Ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”
— Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas
The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you
hmm. i am clumsy and clunky and often too loud. i could be a better friend i could be a better partner i could be a better sibling. i am full of love in all my messiness and through all the abrasiveness too. i don’t know. i like looking at sunsets. i like petting cats on the street and watching trees turn green. my heart is big in my chest and sometimes i have to cradle it and love it even when i’m shying away. i wrap my arms around myself. i watch a fan spin and i guess that i’ll just love myself until i mean it.
@ svetlanasmakhtina
it’s okay if you’re further behind than everyone else. it’s okay if it seems like everyone is meeting their soulmate, finishing their degrees, while you’re alone / not sure what you’re doing / stuck finishing school. don’t base your progress based on how others are doing. no matter what, you’re going forward. focus on yourself. you will be surrounded by people no matter where you are - you will find your people, you will find your way, you will finish your degree, even if it’s years after everyone else. focus on you. you’re doing great. ♡
i hope today you decide to live.
i hope you don’t let the numbness convince you this is where you’ll be forever. you don’t want to be here or live like this, i know, but i hope you’re still hanging on right now because i want you to live to see the day when you feel happy. i want you to realize in the moment someday that you’ve made it so far, and you no longer wish to just disappear because you’re right where you want to be. tonight it hurts and aches. everything is crumbling around you and it feels like too much. it always feels like too, too much. but when the dark cloud lifts, even if only for a second, i want you to see what’s on the other side.
it’s hard to hang on to the good things in life when mental illness is hitting hard, but there truly are so many good things for you to experience and discover. romanticising these little things make the bad seem less overwhelming and all-consuming. there will always be cookies to bake. flowers to pick. dogs to pet. hot showers. new books and movies and games to experience. people to meet, and hands to hold, and lips to kiss. there is more than your brain is convincing you of, and these good things are far more permanent than the bad. bad days will come and go, but you will always have good, sweet things.
Vanilla sex is hardly spoken about but it’s cute like imagine whispering I love you to someone and hearing them moan and being so caught up in the pleasure and endorphins that you basically melt into eachother while holding hands and kissing eachother