im jazmin & i luv dogs

The Sun is setting in your eye, here by my side

[3-aem]

not a photograph, another art study

[tsumiki54]

[inkipri]

my one cosmic duty <3 (ig: inkipri)

[finndamerons-archive]

Star Wars + parallels

kylo ren | anakin skywalker

[realjburns-deactivated20241211]

“There’s too much Vader in him.”

[typicallostteenager]

What is love? I don’t know what love really is but I guess this is how I would describe our love. Love is a four letter word that is the closest thing that describes all these feelings I have for you. Love is how you can always make me laugh even when I’m feeling sad, because seeing your face lights up my world, and you also tell the best stories and funniest jokes, most times. Jks, they’re great. Love is how even when I’m being cold and distant you still care about me and try to talk to me because you know, well i hope, that deep down I love you and need you even if I’m not showing it very well. Love is how no matter what you are talking about, even if you are boring me with your comic book talk, I’ll always listen, because although I might not really care about how Catherine Todd isn’t actually Jason Todd’s biological mother or something along the lines of that, I care about you, and i like listening to you talk about the things that you are “slightly obsessed” about. Love is how I put up with you purposely messing up my work and doing things that you know annoys me, like whiting out the lines on lined paper and turning on power switches when they’re not being used. Yeah thanks for that… Love is how you put up with my shitty emo music taste and my “little” rants about the my chemical romance breakup… and how I put up with you mentioning their breakup and saying that they don’t exist anymore. Love is how you worry about me when thing are rough at home, and how you get upset or mad when i do stupid things to myself, because you, hopefully, care about me and hate seeing me hurting and just want me to be happy. Love is how you are patient with me and make sure you aren’t rushing because you know that I’m scared of relationships and trusting again after being hurt so many times in the past, and not leaving me when i’m not doing a good job at this whole relationship thing. Love is how although I’m a bit of a mess and am hard to handle most times, you still want to be with me because you need me, I hope, and I need you because without you I would be nothing, I would have no reason to live, I would be lost. Love is all the butterflies I get every time I see you because you still take my breath away even after seeing your face nearly every day.
 
Love is the warm, fuzzy feeling inside when we are close and when we hug, it’s that feeling of safety and being home, like that’s where I belong. Love is the smile that you put on my face, no matter how bad I’m feeling, and how when we kiss, it makes me smile and feel so happy inside, just like when we kissed for the first time. Love is how you make me feel like I’m a princess in a fairytale, and you’re my knight in shining armour. Our love is unbreakable, beautiful, forever. I love you xx

(M.C) what is love (via justanotherbandobsessedteen)

[vomitingwords]

If people will be named after colors, I’ll call you purple. The kind of purple that melts in the sky when the sun is about to set and take a rest for awhile. The type of purple that makes my heart jumps a little and lits up the excitement in my eyes. If people will be named after flowers, you’ll be my rose, no matter how painful your thorns. I’ll embrace you with my arms open wide and cage you in a warm tight hug. Even if it makes me bleed red that’ll surely tear my heart apart. If people will be named after seasons, I’ll choose Summer among all of those four. You’ll be the sun that kisses my skin, and made my day goes lighter along the way. You’ll make me love the ocean more, and dance to groovy songs. You are the season which will never get tired of warming my heart when Winter tried to cool it with its cold breeze and snowy hands. If people will be named after places, I’ll call you home. Not Paris, nor New York. You are the place that will always make my heart aches when I’m away—because I’ll surely miss you the moment we took our separate ways. You are the shelter that protects my heart, the one I will always run to no matter what I’m feeling. Happy, angry, sad, jolly, grateful or in love. Because you always understand and know the real me. You’ve seen me— on my ups and downs, and still accepts me— for who I am. I’ll name you after a place that doesn’t have a fancy name, yet will always be the one that will tell me that it’s okay to feel. That it’s okay to be me. You will always remain in my heart no matter where I go. And because people have identities, and so are things. But you and your name will always be my favorite.

ma.c.a // Maybe I should Call You Mine (via vomitingwords)

[feldip-hills-deactivated2019022]

the force is like anxiety

[notastupidbird]

explain

[feldip-hills-deactivated2019022]

with me, always

[starwarsblr]

Be careful not to choke on your aspirations, Director.

[thingsmustpass]

love is more than hands under sheets and clothes and bodies pressed on a twin size bed love is when you decide to give every ounce of yourself and trust to a single person even on days when it doesn’t feel possible and days that you can’t be without them

(via thingsmustpass)

[16meets18history]

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[lithographarry]

22.09.15

[changeyoursocks]

[ohstylesno]

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[gangueiro]

[fifthtee]

if you’re feeling sad

[sweetkiddo]

Cutie

[actualdogvines]