he's mr. roboto, bitch

pia-samantha. twenty-two. RVA

[alderaan-babe]

This had such good meme potential I couldn’t resist

[without-ado]

Grannies around 100 years old appeared in Vogue 2020. They are so beautiful just like flowers.

[danedehaanss]

Wow

I can’t believe I remembered my password for this. It’s been a very long time.

[verstandgegenherz]

““I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.””

— Nikita Gill (via thoughtkick)

[adrenaline]

by  Stephen Carroll

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I always wanted to be alone.”

— Jean Rhys

[posporia-deactivated20210211]

“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.

[matchacowgirl]

I guess we had an expiration date

Gavin James // Nervous

[internet]

[driflloon]

[matchacowgirl]

I.  When I was trying to quit smoking and we drank white wine from Mason jars, you called my freckles cocoa powder and I called your green eyes celery.

II. I am learning how to be a grown-up who pays bills, cooks her own meals, and doesn’t cry at words like I think I just want to be friends.

III. The truth is this: Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.

— All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics

[househunting]

$199,900 /6 br

golden, IL

built in 1896

[knowing]

[randomsplashes]

legends only

[jennyhoelzer-deactivated2016120]

[coral]

Your flaws are perfect for the heart that is meant to love you.

Unknown (via feellng)

[blossomfully]

“I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via bl-ossomed)