this blog is now an archive! if you wanna see what gay shit im up to now, check out @lvergrl
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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this blog is now an archive! if you wanna see what gay shit im up to now, check out @lvergrl
if a butch girl doesn’t sweep me off my feet in the next 30 seconds-
me eating something straight out the oven: bitch??? this shit is hot as fuck?? what in the hell omg
Happy 23rd Birthday Zendaya! (September 1, 1996)
a bouquet for butch lesbians: 💐 and a big old fuck you to those who equate them with men
life? needs more butch lesbians
i am signed back in for the first time in months and I am gonna BE SO GAY
one day i’m going to have a WIFE and that’s highkey what keeps me going
🕸 endless gifs of peter parker ⇢ 20 / ∞
hey guys! as a lot of you know, you know i didn’t have a great coming out experience with being from an indian back ground. a good family friend of mine had actually had my back, and been far more supporting than i ever would have thought. recently, she produced a short film about a young indian girl’s coming out experience. it would mean a lot if you would check it out!
rose perfume- c.d.
a/n: warning super SOFT
summary: fiance!reader x carol danvers
“I love you,” Carol says, one evening. Her hair is loose and golden, and her fingers tighten around her fiancee’s waist. The love of Carol’s life is with her that night, smelling like rose perfume Carol had bought her for their anniversary. She’s there, warm and loving in Carol’s arms, and there’s so much to love.
The clatter of the knife goes unnoticed as she twists around in Carol’s arms so they could look at each other. And every time Carol does look at her, it’s so hard to ignore everything about her. The curve of her cheek, the lightness of her smile, the ever-present kindness and sense of home in her eyes.
There’s not many things one can rely on when you’ve lost your memory, when all you can be sure of is made of crumpled up memories and lies from other worlds, and for a long time, Carol had thought being with someone was impossible. Not when there’s barely enough of her left to love.
But then Carol had met her.
Funny and brilliant, kind and beautiful, a barista at a cafe near her apartment. She was so lovely, working there while she studied for her doctorate, and always taking care to make sure Carol had everything she needed.
And later, that had translated into everything in their lives. When they had their first kiss, she’d asked if Carol was ready, if it was what she wanted. And it had been. God, it’s always what she wants. When they’d picked out a place together, she’d made sure it was somewhere Carol felt safe. When they’d stayed in bed together and Carol had woken up from nightmares, she’d hold her in her arms, safe and warm, roses and kindness and healing in a person.
Carol loved her. Loved her so much she could hardly bear it some days, wakes up next to her and tries to memorize every line of her face, the sound of her laugh, the privilege of being the woman who holds her heart.
And now, she’s chopping up food to share in their apartment, in their home, where they will be married, someday soon. It’s all she can say, really.
But she proposed to the kind of woman who’s lovely with her words and generous with her adoration, so when Carol lacks the capability, she can always fill the gap.
“I adore you,” She says, voice so warm with affection it’s all her eyes can show, “More than anything.”
And when Carol kisses the love of her life, her future wife, just about everything feels like how it must be meant to.
that's GAY
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#the perfect househusband
Tony Stark + being loved ‘Maybe this time… I’m hoping if you play this back, it’s in celebration.’ Happy Birthday Tony (29th May, 1970) 👑❤️WE LOVE YOU 3000 ❤️