catalina.

in love with everything.

[euesworld]

"Loving you is like having butterflies in my veins, I feel all fluttery every day.. as if at any moment I could fly away."

Loving you has a feeling, a really special feeling that I just can't explain.. but if I could, I'd say it was like having butterflies in my veins - eUë

[yourlocalnymphh]

— nicky singer, Feather Boy

[uwu-by]

The idea that love is so large and so meaningful that it cannot be kept inside,

That it must be written down,

Or drawn

Or performed in some way,

Is so delightful and pure,

And human.

How can it not bring you joy to see how people have fallen in love?

[effortlesslyendearing]

venting

its just the way that he literally brings out the best in me? and the fact that the days i spend with him are always the best ones of my life. the way nothing ever goes wrong and high hopes are fulfilled? like i mean he’s so funny, kind, outgoing, selfless, everything. he gets along with anybody and he is so respectful, i mean?? i remember i was texting you when he was driving us back home from the miami trip, about how he was the one that made me see the good in life, the good in people. this morning, i thought about all the things in my life that i wish i could change, like my parents, the things they’ve done, etc. and realized i wouldn’t change any of it because if i did, i would’ve never met him. like everything in my life, bad and good, led me to him and it was all worth it if it meant i got to be apart of his life. they are the good in life, everything i strive to be, and i cant believe how lucky i am to have him in my life let alone be this close to him. i’ll never find anyone better than him tbh. honestly, i dont even remember anything i did in this state when he was gone. he was the sun in this sunshine state and when he left, he took that light with him

[turtlesallthewaydown14]

I don't want the monotony of life.

I want the glamour of living.

[templeofposeidon-deactivated201]

[thoughtkick]

“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”

— Oscar Wilde

[gleanling]

From the Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti illustration by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

[someiconsx]

kai mori — headers.      ✧ like or reblog if you use/save.      ✧ @dearcardan on twitter.

[turtlesallthewaydown14]

“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad

when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister

making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed

or even talked

And the girl around the corner

wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do

And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.

[effortlesslyendearing]

not me scrolling through #writing on tumblr to look for inspiration for my college essays...

[newendy]

[cobalttorrance]

DAMON TORRANCE LOCKSCREEN

like/reblog if you used it, credits on twitter: @shawn_herondale

[milanoromance]

mastermind of the baroque,

Gianlorenzo Bernini

[flowerytale]

Isabel Allende ― The House of the Spirits

[effortlesslyendearing]

rouge prestige// rant

and i wish you needed me there,

if wish you prioritized me the way you do with other people.

i wish you wanted me in the crowd cheering your name.

i wish you responded to my messages with eagerness and anticipation

i wish that you were a better version of yourself, the better version of yourself being with me

i like you platonically but i still wish you needed me

i wish you weren’t such a pretentious little prick

i wish you weren’t so boastful and cocky

i wish you were humble 

i wish you needed me 

i wish that you treated me the way i treat you 

i wish you were as different as you claim to be

i wish that you were different from the other boys ive met 

and i almost thought you were different, but you’re exactly the same

i wish that you stepped down from your pedestal and realize that the ground is looking down on you

i wish that your pride was kept in a shot glass rather than a bucket

i wish that you wanted me by your side like you did with her

i wish that you would realize your faults

i wish that you pulled through with your plans

i wish that you stayed consistent 

i wish that you stayed true to your words

i wish that i could’ve given you everything

i wish that i could’ve given you the letter and the playlist

i wish that i could’ve made the poster and lost my voice cheering you on tonight

i wish that i could spam our group chat and my instagram story congratulation you

i wish that you cared enough about me to realize at least one of these things

i wish that you even considered me

truth is, i wish i could erase you from my life. you were only ever good for my resume. if i was not in this position, you would be long gone. i wish i didn’t care about my friends this much. i wish i could forget about you. i could if i wanted to. but im a better friend than you

[gunbound]

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