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[flowerytale]

“September came in with golden days and silver nights,”

— J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Return of the King (via luthienne)

[seongpinkhwa]

september…….honey……..angel……….please be kind

[llleighsmith]

*me making my seventh tea / coffee of the day* maybe this little beverage will motivate me to finish my work

[bettedavisgf]

booty shorts with “i love you most ardently” on the ass

[bronzyglow]

believing in soulmates/astrology/ghosts/aliens/true love etc makes life interesting and fun

[bronzyglow]

you have the power to attract all the love you dream of and deserve

[lylylylylylylylyly]

[theroseinthedarkness]

[zombeesknees]

#i mean i know it’s true of all Darcys but you do get the distinct impression that this one has lost the knack of smiling  #probably since his parents died and he’s been in charge of everything  #he’ll smile around georgiana somewhat of course  #but i really honestly don’t think he smiles in true ease and delight at anything  #and then this just …happens to his face  #while speaking to lizzie  #no wonder georgiana looks up at him loving it like eyebrows fucking raised

[djklmnx]

[aidashakur]

I owe it to myself to be consistent.

I owe it to myself to be disciplined.

I owe it to myself to stay focused.

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

It Takes Two by Steve McCurry

[rotmance-deactivated20210324]

wow baby girl i really loved the elements of gothic intrigue and dialogues on human sin in the slow burn coffeeshop au you wrote

[phresious]

[reinerist]

🎃🎃🎃

[winterswake]

I was still babbling when Boris said: “Potter.” Before I could answer him he put both hands on my face and kissed me on the mouth. And while I stood blinking — it was over almost before I knew what had happened <…> We stood looking at each other — me breathing hard, completely stunned. “Good luck,” said Boris. “I won’t forget you.”  Later — in the cab, and afterward — I would replay that moment, and marvel that I’d waved and walked away quite so casually. Why hadn’t I grabbed his arm and begged him one last time to get in the car, come on, fuck it Boris, just like skipping school, we’ll be eating breakfast over cornfields when the sun comes up? I knew him well enough to know that if you asked him the right way, at the right moment, he would do almost anything; and in the very act of turning away I knew he would have run after me and hopped in the car laughing if I’d asked one last time. But I didn’t. And, in truth, it was maybe better that I didn’t — I say that now, though it was something I regretted bitterly for a while. More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I’d stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street — which was, of course,

                                                                      I LOVE YOU. 

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt // The Goldfinch (2019) dir. John Crowley

[localbookshop]

[learnbouquet]

Dead Poets Society (1989)  dir. Peter Weir