𝓨𝓾𝓻𝓪 🥧

《 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡.》

[blogger-yura]

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬-

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 ♡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬... Happy!

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬- ENGAGED!!!

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲! ♡ 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐮! ♡ 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄

𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬... dead

𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 @𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚_𝐜𝐡𝟎𝐢 𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦. 𝐁𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲!

[annasinthewalls]

spring is coming. Spring IS COMING. You will stand on soft grass again, and feel the sun kiss your cheeks and shoulders. you will eat of the same berries as the animals returned from their hibernation. you will hear the air alive with your collective breathing.

[cottaqecore]

janea brown

[cottaqecore]

source

[hundredpages]

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

― Frank Herbert, Dune

[unaliveish]

michelle

[cottaqecore]

ana march

[mournfulroses]

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “The Fury of Flowers and Worms,”

[cyberxbattalion]

[everythingfox]

Sleepy baby

[what-iz-life]

Stop sacrificing your needs and being so considerate of people who don't consider you. This can lead to anger, frustration, resentment, and sadness. Meet your needs first. Do what's best for you and disappoint those who expect you to put yourself last and do what's best for them.

[exitwound]

i think love is when i put myself to bed even when im tired, and i carry myself up the stairs even though my knees ache. and i think love is when i buy myself a coffee when im broke, and i know that ill get myself back later. and i think love is letting myself love someone, even though i am so scared. love is a heavy thing that carries you as much as you carry it.

nothing to add to this you said it all..

[anniespositivity]

Your body deserves love when:

You are healthy and active.

You are sick and recovering.

You are feeling emotional and lost.

You feel like you are failing at getting better.

You are relapsing.

You are falling back into bad habits.

Your body is loveable and worthy in every state, my love.

[typelikeagirl]

[blogger-yura]

Hey my beautiful wife-to-be~ what’s a photo that makes you go “this is him, this is my fiancé”?

𝐘- Just one picture? Ah, well, I guess I'll have to go with this one~. This is my fiancé. The silly man who poses as if he was squaring up to a cat, to then right away pick it up and shower it in kisses~. Seems accurate, doesn't it? (*≧ω≦)

[blogger-yura]

𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟,

𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬,

I've always loved Christmas. Truthfully, one of the greatest holidays right after Halloween. It's the sweet baking, the magic in the air, the excitement of everyone around fueling your own.

As I grew older, as I moved away from home, family and friends behind, it became that one season I knew I was going to see people I don't usually see. Visit people I don't usually visit. Its meaning changed from magic and gifts, to reunions. It started to mean family time, laughs on coffee dates, and the warmth of my teenage bed at my parents house.

I never thought the meaning of family could change so drastically, though. I never thought I'd find a new meaning to love.

But I mean... How could it not change with love like this? Love like his?

Loving San and being loved by San has changed everything. It has changed the meaning of the seasons. Of the holidays. The meaning of family, friendship, love, care...

I'll never stop saying the greatest thing that could've ever happened to me was to find him. To find each other. Maybe it's a bit sappy, I don't expect everyone to understand because something like this, a connection like this- It's not easy to come by. It can't be fabricated or forced to be.

Maybe, if I think really hard about it, I could even say Christmas means magic again. With him by my side, his hand in mine, I can almost feel the sparkles of magic again.

Does it make sense? Probably doesn't.

Does it change how I feel? Not in the slightest.

𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭.

@clubwnderland San

[Dec 25th]

[lunamonchtuna]

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, “To the Desert” from Dark and Perfect (El Paso: Cinco Puntos Press, 1995) (via lunamonchtuna)