Peter Solarz

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RMH
hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

shark vs the universe
DEAR READER

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Claire Keane

JVL

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NASA
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
dirt enthusiast
styofa doing anything
KIROKAZE
todays bird

#extradirty

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@sagiox97
Love is often confused with feeling. But feeling is unstable. It rises and falls like waves. The heart, however, is something deeper. It does not change with every mood, every moment, every passing emotion. Many people say they love… but what they truly mean is: “I love how you make me feel.” And when the feeling fades, so does their version of love. But real love is not built on temporary emotions. It is built on understanding. On patience. On seeing someone clearly — and choosing them anyway. To love from the heart means you are not controlled by your moods. You are guided by something steadier. It means you do not turn away when things feel difficult. You do not measure love only in moments of happiness. You remain. Not because it is easy — but because it is true. A calm heart does not chase feelings. It creates something deeper than them. And in that stillness, in that quiet clarity… love becomes something that does not fade, but something that endures. 🖤
Some bridges glow before they fall, lit softly in the quiet call of endings we once feared to face, now burning slow with steady grace. There is a calm in no return, a silent shift when lessons burn. When ash replaces doubt and plea, and chains dissolve in certainty. You stand where once you begged to stay, but something in you walked away. Not out of anger, not from pride — but from the truth you could not hide. Some paths must close to clear your sight. Some doors must lock to end the fight. Some fires are not rage or pain — they’re cleansing loss, they’re needed rain. Because when you decide you're done, a different kind of strength is won. No more rehearsing old debates, no more waiting at locked gates. You changed. And that’s the quiet flame. Not loud. Not wild. Not seeking blame. Just firm. Just clear. Just deeply known — a version of you fully grown. The end of everything you were can feel like loss — but it’s a blur. For endings are not empty space, they are beginnings changing place. That bridge behind you had its role. It shaped your mind. It formed your soul. But not all roads are meant to last — some only guide you through your past. And once they burn, you finally see how light it feels to just be free. No turning back. No second guess. No carrying old heaviness. Just forward steps on steady ground, with peace that makes no desperate sound. Because sometimes the bravest thing is not to hold — but to release the string. And in the smoke of what once was, you’ll find the start of who you are.🖤
Before I speak, I stop and see what kind of mind stands next to me. Not every ear is built to hear, not every heart invites what’s clear. Some fight to win, not to understand, they guard their views with closed-off hands. They hear reply, not truth or tone, they’re never wrong — they stand alone. So I don’t waste my breath on walls that echo back their borrowed calls. I’ve learned that silence can be wise when pride has sealed another’s eyes. Not every battle needs my voice, not every wrong demands a choice. Some peace is earned by walking past, by letting small minds hold their past. I don’t need wins that cost my calm, or words that leave my spirit harmed. I choose my ground, I choose my fight, I choose my sleep, my inner light. Because maturity is this: to know when truth would still be missed. And wisdom isn’t proving more — it’s knowing what you’re speaking for. So if your mind can’t bend or see, I won’t argue — I’ll stay free. I choose my peace, my quiet strength, not every point is worth the length.🖤 ko-fi.com/akaya_gx for more deep words🖤
Lo de que la edad es solo un número.
Its been so long since I used tumblr 🐌
also trying to enter op fandom (hi)
Plotting my new novel! The fire tower/lighthouse one.
Used my Novel Navigation Notecards that are funding on Kickstarter right now for this one. You can check them out here, if you want to know more.
For the first time in my life, my shadow is more talented than me… I’m just holding it, it’s doing the art 😂💃
love
If the cat was red, and the bird was blue, this would be shuggy 100%🤣
30 ways to say "i love you"
sorry for being inactive for over a week, my wifi was OUT. i will try to get back to posting regularly soon ;)
"don't worry about it, i'll do it"
"you're my everything"
"i'd love it if you came"
"just be safe, okay?"
"i got these cause i know they're your favourite"
"in dedication to (name)"
"let's travel the world together, what'd you say?"
"you decide"
"by all means, do whatever you wish to do. don't let me hold you back"
"it's okay, baby. just let it all out"
"i'm here..."
"i'll protect you, no matter what"
"is this okay?"
"god, i don't know what i'd do if you got hurt"
"stay with me, please?"
"can we get married already"?
"you look really pretty today"
"it looks better on you anyway"
"i remember"
"you're the cutest thing i've ever seen"
"i got you breakfast in bed"
"you look like a dream"
"you have my full attention"
"i'm happy when you're around, you know?"
"come over here and sit down, tell me what's wrong"
"i'm all yours. not going anywhere"
"just tell me what you need and i'll get it for you"
"i know i need to go... but just one more kiss? please?"
"here, take my hand"
"i missed you so damn much"
sighs in shuggy
i love this trio sooo much
30 ways to say "i love you"
sorry for being inactive for over a week, my wifi was OUT. i will try to get back to posting regularly soon ;)
"don't worry about it, i'll do it"
"you're my everything"
"i'd love it if you came"
"just be safe, okay?"
"i got these cause i know they're your favourite"
"in dedication to (name)"
"let's travel the world together, what'd you say?"
"you decide"
"by all means, do whatever you wish to do. don't let me hold you back"
"it's okay, baby. just let it all out"
"i'm here..."
"i'll protect you, no matter what"
"is this okay?"
"god, i don't know what i'd do if you got hurt"
"stay with me, please?"
"can we get married already"?
"you look really pretty today"
"it looks better on you anyway"
"i remember"
"you're the cutest thing i've ever seen"
"i got you breakfast in bed"
"you look like a dream"
"you have my full attention"
"i'm happy when you're around, you know?"
"come over here and sit down, tell me what's wrong"
"i'm all yours. not going anywhere"
"just tell me what you need and i'll get it for you"
"i know i need to go... but just one more kiss? please?"
"here, take my hand"
"i missed you so damn much"
Things That Are Attractive to Read About a Woman Doing…
REPOST!
⭒ Fixing her lipstick in the mirror without looking away from you, like she knows exactly where your eyes are and likes it.
⭒ Running her fingers through her hair after something messy, like she’s resetting herself, but somehow it makes you want to ruin her again.
⭒ Laughing with her head thrown back, completely unbothered, like nothing in the world could touch her unless she lets it.
⭒ Pulling her sleeves over her hands when she’s cold, then slipping her fingers into yours without asking.
⭒ Looking up at you from under her lashes like she’s debating whether you’re worth her time… and you want to earn it.
⭒ Sitting on a countertop, legs swinging, sipping something strong and looking at you like she’s already decided how this night ends.
⭒ Stretching with zero self-consciousness, back arched, shirt riding up, like she forgot you were watching, or didn’t care.
⭒ Standing way too close when she’s arguing with you, eyes locked, voice low, like the fight’s just foreplay.
⭒ Smudging mascara under her eyes after a long night, and somehow looking even hotter wrecked than she did going out.
⭒ Catching you staring and not looking away, just raising a brow like yeah?
⭒ Curling up in your hoodie and making it look criminally better than you ever did.
⭒ Putting on jewelry in the mirror, slow and focused, like each ring and clasp is armor, and she’s about to start a war.
⭒ Dancing alone, headphones in, eyes closed, completely lost in her own world, and you’d sell your soul to be let in.
Non-spicy ways to show Intimacy
Intimacy isn't always just the spicy stuff! Here's a few ways to show it through your characters in a few, simple ways...
Kissing their S/O's hand, knuckles, wrist...bonus points for eye contact!
Speaking of which...eyes. Glances across the room, prolonged eye contact, staring at each other
Tending to the other's wounds/ injuries
Knowing the other's tiny habits
Reaching out to the other when in pain, trouble, ect
Whispering jokes to each other
Carefully wiping off a stain from their clothes or face
Taking care of each other when sick or hurt
Hand over the heart/ ear over the heart just to hear it beat
Pressing their thumb over the pulse point for the same thing
Tracing scars, tattoos, birth marks, freckles
Giving the other something tiny that means a lot, a picture, a shiny rock, a flower
In fantasy settings, helping the other put on/ take off armor...trusting the other to know where daggers, knives, poisons are hidden
Telling each other secrets/ thoughts they've told nobody before
Tucking back the other's hair
Putting a piece of jewelry on the other or letting them borrow clothes
Keeping each other warm in the cold
In cases with chronic illness, letting the other care for/ know symptoms
Brushing, braiding hair, applying skincare, etc.
Nightmare comfort
Wiping away tears
Proximity- sitting near each other, sticking close, standing beside each other while doing a task such as cooking, laundry, painting...
Sharing a book, sitting close enough to read it together
WHEN A CHARACTER IS PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE THEY’RE NOT
REPOST!
Pretending isn’t just lying, no, it’s becoming a version of yourself that feels easier to manage (easier to love, or control, or survive inside.) It’s a mask that starts out as protection and slowly becomes a second skin. One that’s hard to take off, even when you want to.
✦ They mirror the people around them without meaning to. Their laugh, their phrasing, the way they sit, it all shifts depending on who they’re with. Like they’re constantly adjusting, matching the energy in the room, trying to be what they think people want.
✦ They’re vague when things get personal, and not because they’re secretive, but because they don’t know anymore. Ask them their favorite song, and they’ll pause too long. Ask about their past, and their answers are half-finished, polished at the edges, like they’ve been told too many times to keep it clean.
✦ They over-prepare for conversations. They run through the dialogue in their head ahead of time. Rehearse their jokes, their exits, their answers. Everything feels a little scripted, like they’re playing the role of “themselves” instead of just… being.
✦ They always look put-together, maybe almost too much. Their clothes, their hair, their whole vibe is carefully chosen. But there’s a difference between style and armor, and this is armor. A version of themselves they’ve curated, down to the last thread.
✦ They panic when the script slips. Catch them off guard, and it shows… like, they freeze and fumble. The real stuff, feels dangerous. Being authentic means being vulnerable, and they’ve learned the hard way how risky that is.
✦ They shift depending on the room. One version of them at home, another at school, another with friends, like flipping channels. It’s not manipulation, no guys, it’s muscle memory, and they’ve learned to survive by adapting, and now they can’t stop.
✦ They touch their face or hair when they’re uncomfortable, like they’re checking to make sure the mask is still in place. A nervous habit that’s half-grounding, half-ritual, as if letting their guard down even physically would let everything else fall apart, too.
✦ Their smile is always photo-ready. Perfect, pretty, practiced…But there’s something in the eyes that doesn’t match, like they’re smiling at you, not with you. Like they’ve learned what people want to see, and they’ve gotten very good at giving it.
✦ If someone tells them, “I like the real you,” they go quiet. Not because they’re shy, but because deep down, they don’t know who the “real” version even is anymore. They want to believe there’s someone underneath it all, they just don’t know how to find them.
Corazon and Law happy, wholesome fanarts is my Roman empire, it owns a special place in my heart or should I say mi corazón~. To think I'd ever care about a celestial dragon, also if you want the cutest, wholesome Corazon fanfic ever read Clumsy on wattpad.