Before Sunrise (1995)
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Before Sunrise (1995)
and you see him for the first time again, something in your heart breaks and heals at once, an implosion that sends you moving, moving, kissing him because of course, this is ridiculous, who cares whoâs watching: the sky can darken and the sun can go out and teeth can snap but here, here in his arms. this is the only moment that matters and he is the only one youâve thought of for months now, and maybe youâre not good at emotions, maybe youâre too good at hiding things behind a joke: but heâs real. and he matters in a way nothing else does. so you kiss him, and hope he knows.
and given how he holds you, youâre pretty sure he does.
i wanna get drunk and watch harry potter with you in big comfy pajamas, nestled against your body. i want to discuss with you the fact movie ron is nothing like book ron while we plan a trip to harry potter world that weâll never go on.Â
i want to make cookies with you at two in the morning while we listen to ted talks or beyonce or a podcast weâre both really into. dancing with you in our socks, trying to perfect our down-hallway slide.Â
itâs okay that love is sometimes work. people often write about the big moments, about the proposals or the first kiss. but i want the moments in between, too. the quiet of early mornings while weâre both still waking up. quietly bringing me tea just because you know iâd like it without asking. being able to make you art endlessly.Â
itâll be beautiful because itâs ours.
Me: âI donât need sexâ
My hormones: âfirst of all .. youâre horny asf, stop lyingâ
I adore the romantic trope of âwhatever universe, my soul will find you.â
if his face dosnt light up when you walk into the room, then he isnt good enough for you
Flirting doesn't always have to be smooth. The best kind is the gooey cheesy kind that is so terrible that it makes your heart melt.
Me: *shows basic human decency to cashier
Cashier: ??!?! Thank you! Youâre the nicest person ever!
Me: are you ok
Reblog if politeness to retail and service workers is important to you.
honestlyÂ
I went out with this cute guy today, had a really fun time, later we sat at the park and he kissed me and he was really sweet, then he went to hold my hand with the excuse "wow my hands are so cold". I brought my gloves in case it got cold, totally forgot about them but when he said he was cold my brain just went "GIVE HIM YOUR GLOVES DAMNIT!!!" and I asked without thinking if he wanted them. He told me that was a sick burn and I felt kind of embarrased cuz I actually wanted to give the gloves
aaw thats cute. i bet its just banter haha or he was just teasing ya
Millennial culture is having two wildly different conversations with the same person on two different apps at the exact same time
conversation 1: cheese borger
conversation 2: thatâs why I think Iâm so afraid of making myself vulnerable, because my father taught me I couldnât ever truly trust anyone
I just texted âbye I donât want to hang out anymore or talk ever againâ to every guy Iâm in contact with⌠So thatâs how my new yearâs is going
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If I miss you well, thatâs my fault.
Conor Oberst (via stolenwine)
Of course, I wonder if they love me back, which is, really, besides the point. I donât do it to be adored, I do it because my love keeps getting bigger and thatâs what happens.
Richard Siken, âThe Long and Short of Itâ (via lordmalak)
every direction I move has always been, will one day be, once was, and always is toward the precarious cliff of your collarbone.
Jamaal May, from âLove Poem Moving Back and Forth Across Glass,â The Big Book of Exit Strategies (via lifeinpoetry)
I hope you love someone whoâs always there for you in 2018.
âLet someone love you just the way you are-â as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.â
â Marc Hack