ghastella💖

I'll tell us a story.

[stuckinapril]

(in love with you) (bursting at the seams to talk to you) (heart teeming chest aching) hey how are you

[ultimatelustforlife]

𐙚⋆.˚

wingscal on ig

[cherryst4rg1rl]

I’m 19 rn and I feel like i have no one lol

[stuckinapril]

That feeling of falling in love w life again after a long period on autopilot … absolutely ineffable. These days I try to linger a little while longer in patches of sunlight on cold winter mornings even when I’m on my way to things

[mynewplaidpants]

Steve Buscemi dressed as John Waters for John Waters’ Xmas card

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[windflowermary]

girls r like "but he's my comfort character" and then it's literally the most emotionally traumatized man you have ever seen ever

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[columboscreens]

[columboscreens]

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[cadencewishes2]

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[sweet-nothings04]

snow angel. 

summary: you & arthur enjoy a winter night.

warnings: slight intimacy, nothing explicit. excessively corny (what can i say this is what arthur does to me). mostly unedited.

word count: ~1100

The long way home was the route of choice for you and Arthur when snowflakes were descending upon Gotham, covering up the gray and the grunge and the drab with a fresh slate of pristine white. The snow fell all throughout the day, covering up the underbelly that had grown to permeate every corner of the city, and dampening the reverberating cry of sirens in the approaching night, creating a fresh, clean landscape to traverse.

Twilight was settling, and everyone was bustling about to make their way home and escape the storm. Flurries of people weaved through flurries of snow; and then there was the two of you, hand-in-hand, taking your time, contently conscious only of each other, making your way at your own easy pace.

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[poisonintheink]

ᵉˣᶜᵉʳᵖᵗˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃⁿ ᵘⁿʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ 𐙚

— ʀ.ᴛ.

[dreamstars]

[thoughtkick]

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.”

— C.S. Lewis

[columboscreens]