Moonrise Kingdom (2012) dir. Wes Anderson

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Moonrise Kingdom (2012) dir. Wes Anderson
A plant-filled home in Berlin | photos by Caroline Reichel
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and you can just say that “everything is fine”, but we both know that’s not enough
the fact that i haven’t felt the sensation of being double bounced on a trampoline in literal years is honestly sick and twisted
“When I first met you, that’s what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I’m going to love this person because even the sky looks different.”
— Margaret Stohl (via sunsetquotes)
Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed
“You were crying while I sat beside you and silently held your hand until you fell asleep. You told me I didn’t have to stay but you deserve someone who’ll stick around.”
— You’re my best friend, I’m not leaving you. - j.e.o. (via chvrliehunnam)
The End Of The F***ing World | 2x02
she was a volcano she was always there while people judged her beauty.she was a volcano she was always patient but sometime after, she exploded.
gentleginny (via azianxpersuasionwrites)
True friendship
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disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:
getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together
curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed
hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks
going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment
getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space
standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again
My body hardened into armor.
Louise Glück, excerpt of Jeanne d’Arc (via priinceling)
scenes that give me chills → anastasia (1997)