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rhiannon stood on the other side of the bins of labeled records, flipping carefully through down the line. her eyes fell up to study the two records in her girlfriend’s hands. the red-haired girl’s serious expression was matched with rhi’s; although her answer would be nothing but a big joke. “both are good, but, why not …. nickelback?”she posed, holding the thin square package up. “just get both, i got you.”
felicity let out a small laugh, her head shaking simultaneously. she loved her girlfriend’s sense of humor. it was the only thing that could get her to smile somedays. “you know what, you’re so right,” she managed to match rhiannon’s tone once she stopped giggling. “what? no. i can’t do that to you, i’m fine.”
ithacaisms:
“panic all the way, no question,” she said. “like, have you seen the videos of brendon urie in concert? it’s life changing.”
“of course i have, he’s an angel,” felicity smiled, slipping the other vinyl nicely back into its place. “i’m actually hopefully going to see them live soon. i’m going to save up my money and all that.”
“okay, panic at the disco or fall out boy?” she asked, a serious look on her face. felicity loved every kind of music. musical theatre was her home, but pop punk was what she listened to most. she held up the vinyls of the two bands in either hand. “i don’t have enough money for both. i have to pick one. i already have pretty odd at home, but i would love to round out my collection with all of them.”
“Y’know what I always thought was a kind of a myth? Baby fever. Because are babies cute? Duh, they’re the cutest. But they also come with an endless amount of diaper changes and spit up, and enough sleep deprivation to drive you into complete insanity. And once you’re old and seriously lacking in energy, that seems way more daunting. But oh my God, I saw the cutest little human today that actually made me crave having a puke-y, stinky little squish again, and now I feel like I need another one. Someone talk me out of it.” @mckinleystarters
“well, if you don’t completely ruin your body when you have them, children can totally ruin your life. there’s post partum which we do not talk about enough because it happens pretty much 80% of the time. and even if you’re not depressed and love your child, there’s daycare fightclubs and other kids not getting their vaccinations. and if they survive that, they probably now have depression or they will live at home until they’re 25 mooching off your love and support. or both. still want another one?”
“ok, i have to say, i don’t understand the whole birkenstock trend.” roxanne shrugged, a slight frown on her face, she had always had pretty strong fashion opinions- especially in regards to shoes, “they’re not very stylish. like, i understand the comfort thing, but you can’t really dress a jesus sandal up. it’s one dimensional. obviously, to each their own or whatever, but i swear i’ll never own a pair.”
“oh, wow, yes, you are correct my friend,” felicity replied with a smile and a point towards roxanne. “they’re so ugly. are we in a commune? no? then you really need to invest in something that makes you look like you’re a human being,” her words sounded harsher than they were, but that was just how the red head came off to most people. “i don’t even understand the slides phase either? we’re acting as if they are peak fashion.”
“don’t really understand why anybody messes around with tinder,” lou said, fingers pushing around a plate of french fries. she’d never downloaded the app on account of being underage and not keen on her fathers finding out about it, but still. “i’m a catch, i can find a boo without technology’s help.”
“some people suck at approaching other people, you know?” felicia shrugged, an apathetic look on her face. she held onto her root beer float like it was her lifeline. “i was lucky enough to meet my girlfriend in person, but i probably wouldn’t be able to say the same if she didn’t exist. i suck at talking to people.”
{ madelaine petsch, female, she/her } - hey look it’s { felicity schuester }!! i heard they are { 20 } and in { junior year } at { college }!! someone also told me that they are {+loving, +intelligent } and { -blunt, -insecure } but it could be just a rumor! { logan, 23, she/her, est }