[ancientsstudies]

In every wood in every spring there is a different green.

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

–Hermann Hesse

[cssidy1-deactivated20250507]

at least we met

[levitann]

[husband]

[saras-scrapbook]

[kvebox]

strawberry season

[peepuddle-deactivated20230124]

i LOVE BEING IN BED !!!!!! i love being all cuddly and warm and curling up into a ball and feeling tiny !!!!! this is what life’s about !!!!!!!!!!!

[popshitt]

feeling safe around someones energy is a different kind of intimacy

[ouc-h-deactivated20180811]

you know what’s really hot.. healthy communication and reassurance

[lesbiandomesticity]

you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

[princesskuragina]

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

[notebookist]

“And I also know that love is a pretty quiet thing. It’s lying on the sofa together drinking coffee, talking about where you’re going to go that morning to drink more coffee. It’s folding down pages of books you think they’d find interesting. It’s hanging up their laundry when they leave the house having moronically forgotten to take it out of the washing machine. It’s the texts: ‘Hope today goes well’, ‘How did today go?’, ‘Thinking of you today’ and 'Picked up loo roll.’ I know that love happens under the splendour of moon and stars and fireworks and sunsets but it also happens when you’re lying in blow-up air beds in a childhood bedroom, sitting in A&E or in the queue for a passport or a traffic jam. Love is a quiet, reassuring thing: something you can easily forget is there, even though its palms are outstretched beneath you in case you fall.”

— Dolly Alderton, Everything I Know About Love (via wnine)

[marisatomay]

no more guilty pleasures we enjoy things because we like them

[viennabybillyjoel-deactivated20]

fuck all romance except for whatever barack obama and harry styles had going on

[geekdawson]

All characters are self-insert characters. They are you a little to the left, or a particular piece of you dialed up to 11, or the you that you would have been if the path of your life had angled just slightly differently, or you if you never learned this one important thing. 

Every character is part of you, but more than that every character starts with a piece of you, big or small, it’s you in one way or another at the beginning. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact it’s essential. That seed of you, that lives in them, it’s what gives them life, breath and blood and bone. And then you tend it, growing it, shaping them along paths you could never have walked nor imagined for yourself. Until they become someone else entirely. A wholly fictional character. But also you, a little bit, somewhere in there in the heart of themselves. 

Every character is a self-insert character. It’s only a matter of degrees how much of yourself there is in them when you finally put them out into the world. Stop worrying so much about self-inserts. Worry more about putting that little you into a story that will shape them into a big, beautiful character. 

[crtastrophic]

*forms an emotional bond with the cool stick I found on a hike*