I JUST REALIZED THAT THE LYNCH BROTHERS’ INITIALS ARE D, R, M
FUCKING DREAM
SON OF A BITCH
this is me finding out after six years of being obsessed with trc. I should be more attentive
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I JUST REALIZED THAT THE LYNCH BROTHERS’ INITIALS ARE D, R, M
FUCKING DREAM
SON OF A BITCH
this is me finding out after six years of being obsessed with trc. I should be more attentive
when maggie stiefvater said "i miss knowing where i was going" hey maggie stiefvater why the fuck did you say that.
and I’m scared shitless
“love is the only thing we’re capable of perceiving that transcends time and space.”
this is how I always saw my grandfather, and today I was struck by the thought that too much time had passed since he rushed to help me with my coat and kissed my hand goodbye for the last time.
my big three
sometimes I remember that ronan's number was written on the bathroom wall with the “beelzebub" next to it and I smile. it’s so bittersweet to me.
I was an angel, though plummeting.
“She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness.”
my girl
If I were nelly from wuthering heights, I'd take hareton in my arms, the linton siblings(with the dog) by the hand and we'd run away letting those crazy ones do whatever they want
i will be your mirror
I love used books. it doesn't have to be my father's, or a friend's, or anyone else close to me. I find solace in the fact that another person was here before me and they treated this piece with enough trepidation that instead of throwing it in the trash or burning it, they gave it a chance to continue its life in other hands. and it’s my honor to do so.
after all these years, I still can't form an opinion about charles. and it makes me think that maybe I lack some morals because of how easily people usually do it.
but what I’m sure of? lilac wine is definitely his song.
I got my Francis perfume today, so I was sniffing that nauseatingly sweet scent and decided to make this one in honor of a man who comes closest to the title of my favorite character in this book.
grief is such a curse :( it’s just you on a random sunday night and trying to comprehend how is that possible that you won’t ever meet again. I still forget that there’s no one to visit in that house anymore.
felt like grieving achilles all winter. it's time to unravel myself from the blanket.
I haven't had a crush since like sixth grade, but if you ask me about robert sean leonard, I'll blush all over and squeal like a little girl.
perhaps all I need in life is to go in search of the dead welsh king in the company of a lover and a few friends for whom I would lay down my life. (don’t make me get a job)
I love the feeling of embarrassment because it makes me feel human and gives me something to laugh about months later with ears burning still.
tell me how you slipped in your new shoes in front of the whole class. tell me how you mistook a random man on the street for your dad. tell me how you forgot to put a skirt on over your tights in the winter and walked around like that all day.
it’s fun to make strangers smile sometimes(even if it haunts you at night.)