“People who make you feel better about yourself when you’re sad are so important.”
— Unknown
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@namjoonchronicles
“People who make you feel better about yourself when you’re sad are so important.”
— Unknown
scorpie, stalk me here too dammit. u called 3 times, my phone on DND so like fuckin show up at my house with flowers n coffee u dumbfuck
i fuckin miss my scorpie 😭😭😭😭😭 come baaackkk bbyyyyy
Are you going to bts arirang in KL?
i am infact broke and did not know when they were coming 😭
“The past doesn’t need you anymore. Your future does.”
— Unknown
maybe. i should start writing again.
a girl who didn’t want to live meets a boy who had to. a horror story.
so happy that my fics are still being loved 🥰😭✨
He doesn’t know that I wrote a novel of his life & everything I know of him, not to reveal him but to honor him. Guess he’ll never read them.
I don’t do casual. I do devotion. But of course, weak-minded man is never ready for that kind of intense connection.
I hope the casual lovers scorns you, Scorpie. Kiss kiss.
“You’re not here anymore.” Of course not, baby. It’s not my house anymore. There are other people here. I imagine I’d be loved in my house, me alone.
But. It’s not about houses.
Needle - [BTS] Husband!Yoongi
[A/N] Yoongi’s pain threshold is rather ridiculously high. So he will not admit pain, unless he’s practically dying, so it took you and your keen eyes to find out the things he hasn’t been telling you.
“How’s your husband?”
You smiled to the phone, for it was a favourite subject of yours to speak of. “He is fine… He just went out for a bit, to get something he said. I thinks its food.” You narrowed your eyes to your laptop’s screen to click on the icon that would play the media Taehyung sent through email.
“Marvellous. I’m revising a patient's’ profile and I got to say, the number of patients suffering kidney failure has been steadily increasing. It’s worrying me… we will have to initiate a campaign soon.” Your best friend murmurs through the phone and you could hear flipping her notes while she hummed. You imagined her to chew her lips as she reads, a habit she has since college. The video Taehyung sent started with them loudly laughing at the camera with no apparent focus. It’s just three faces of pure joy, possibly resulting from the absence of the hyung.
But even when Hoseok and Yoongi walked in, they were still out of control. “Don’t break the pole… don’t do that.” You heard Yoongi grumbled from one end to another. You focused on his slouching shoulders and pained expression. He kept knitting his brows together like he was in pain.
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I still see reposts and likes on my old fics; I am so eternally grateful <3
got up so early, get dressed bc we're supposed to be headed to the zoo. ending up not going anywhere on a fucking sunday. this is exactly why i wanted to study away from home. their idea of fun is home and tiktok. i am livid. feels like i'm wasting my youth away.
made a terrible mistake into having a vacation at my hometown in my parents house. i don't remember life being absolutely pain-stackingly boring. you know sometimes, you go back to your old uneventful life cruelly reminded why you had left in the first place? yeah, that's what is happening to me.
“Please dont expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath