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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Said it before, will say it again, I feel we don't talk about Mr. Keating enough
I'm convinced that I'm that parallel universe Neil Perry who got to quit the toxic medical thing and was allowed to pursue his dreams after a long struggle. So basically the universe where Neil got a happy ending
i feel like we don’t talk about mr. keating enough
i'll talk about him! i love keating!
a very real issue with keating that nobody seems to acknowledge is that what happened at welton will RUIN his resume and further affect, if not ruin, his future career opportunities. he's in welton SPECIFICALLY to teach kids how to appreciate life and seize the day and all that. thats an unbelievable amount of commitment AND money. plus, since this is a boarding school, keating is now not only without a source of income, but ALSO (likely) without a place to stay. ON TOP of being scrutinised by his community.
I always used to think about this and finally someone addressed it 🥹
When John Greene said, "It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you" but Amitabh Bhattacharya wrote, "Tune diya hai jo woh dard hi sahi, tujhse mila hai toh inaam hai mera"
Thinking about how Qais in Laila-Majnu said, "Thik hai laila, chal ek baar phir chhoda tujhe, Jaa ab nahi aata ab tu hi dhundh mujhe"
When Casey McQuiston said, 'love has a way of growing backward. You fall in love with a person in the present, and then every person you've ever been gets to fall in love with every past version of them'. And Taylor Swift said, 'Your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined.'
damn imagine if Oscar Wilde had a Twitter
Henry knows Alex loves his lists, so he's made him one:
"1. Dancing with you at the V&A.
2. Welcoming me into your sanctuary: the lake house.
3. You bring me out of my shell.
4. Your bravery- it knows no bounds.
5. You can more than match my wit.
6. You care about what's best for everyone around you, no matter how insignificant they may seem to others.
7. The way you stood with me when I feared my family would eviscerate me.
All these are reasons you're my better half, my home."
He hopes he likes it.
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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
When Ahmed Faraz said, 'Maana ke muhabbat ka chhupaana hai muhabbat, chupke se kisi roz jataane ke liye aa, aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa', and Prince Henry said, 'Should I tell you that when we're apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, it feels like I've just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined. That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes evey bone in my body ache.'
And when Kishore Kumar said,‘Mujhe dor koi kheenche, teri ore liye jaye’, and Alex said,‘It's like there's a rope attached to my chest and it keeps pulling me towards you’.
Oh My God! Yes! ❤️
When Ahmed Faraz said, 'Maana ke muhabbat ka chhupaana hai muhabbat, chupke se kisi roz jataane ke liye aa, aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa', and Prince Henry said, 'Should I tell you that when we're apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, it feels like I've just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined. That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes evey bone in my body ache.'
Someone remembering your birthday because you told them once, in a very random conversation>>>>>>>>>>>>
Evening has been the favourite part of my day since i was a kid. It's that precious moment which allows us to pause for a little and head back home. It's that time when everyone's relaxed with no worries of what's gonna happen next. It's that time when you can sit back silently and just watch the humans being humans in the most serene ways. You can feel the love as the sun melts down in the half orange half purple sky and let the moon begin his inherent romance with the dark sky.
Gifting someone a book is very personal to me, like I read this book and thought of you. I read this book and thought that maybe you will love these characters as much as I love them,that you will open you arms and hug them tightly and protect them at every cost. That maybe this quote will find a home in you and you will find a home in it. I gifted it to you because I thought even when someday we'll drift apart a part of me will be forever with you and a part of you will stay with me. We are bound by story and people that will be same even after thousands of years.
When Gulzar said, "tumse milna purani dilli mein, teri meri kahani dilli me", Irshad Kamil said, " tu na badli main na badla, dilli saari dekh badal gayi" and Prasoon Joshi said, "Yeh dilli hai mere yaar, bass ishq, mohabbat, pyar".
Half burnt cigarettes and ashes on the ground
I looked at him through the half broken wine glass
A blood stain was still fresh on the rim.
I stood up as a drop of blood rolled down my forehead,
Visions blurry, there's dizziness in my head
I looked at him with half open eyes.
There he was lying perfectly fine,
Fresh like morning breeze and smelling like ferity.
With blood stained hands hanging down the sofa,
I moved closer to him, my heart aches,
Every step I took reminded of the memory we made.
How we hang up the christmas lights and put on a tree.
How we made pancakes and love.
How he once said he can never hurt me!
Shame he never meant all that, shame I never understood that.
I saw my arms with bruises and scratches,
The forehead with deepest cut.
I sat next to him touched his face, he is not breathing now,
He's been shot!
"Someone killed him" I told the cops after washing my rented gun twice in alcohol.
"Do you have any suspect?" They asked.
I nodded and said maybe 'Infidelity'.