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perfectfeelings

“I got lost in you, and it’s the kind of lost that’s exactly like being found.”

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#Cake

the-final-sentence

I only wish someone had told me not that I was “crazy” but that I was sick, and there was a way to get better.

Sarah Hannah Gomez, from “What’s, Well, ‘Crazy’?” (via the-final-sentence)

#york

qvotext

I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.

Atticus (via qvotext)

#york

polyshipprompts

imagine your polyship sitting on the couch together and despite there being room for them to spread out a little, they’re still sticking together at one end

#york

tukanstudio

Sublime.

susierpt

ok but an immortal couple who break up and get back together every thirty years or so, and they’re messy as fuck, like every couple decades they break up and swear that they’ll never speak for the rest of eternity, until inevitably one tracks the other down and shows up like “okay, i’ve elected to forgive you, we’re together again” and the other is like “BUT WHO SAYS I FORGIVE YOU FOR THE AL CAPONE INCIDENT” and then they’re arguing/making out and meanwhile the rest of the immortal community just groans and rolls their eyes because jesus christ, this again, they have been doing this since the holy roman empire.

the-memedaddy

Me irl

stardustandgraveyards

HOW DO YOUR HOS PEEPS HUG?

Sage W: 1 plus tiptoes. She hugs like she’s climbing a tree lol

Gray E: 3 & 6 he’s generally just a very cozy person. Doesn’t understand the concept of personal space.

Kit G: 4 He usually leans in first so he bear hugs.

Luke E: 2 & 4 because he’s taller than most people. Not a big hugger but rest his chin on his mother’s and girlfriend’s head.

Harmony C: 2 but honestly only with her boyfriend

York B: 2 & 6 dude loves a good hug

kdinjenzen

hueandeyephotography-deactivate

Garden Gate along the East Battery in Summertime, Charleston, SC

stardustandgraveyards

A Cake kinda place.

#cake

alicent-florent

TWILIGHT (2008) THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY | “Öga for Öga” (2020)

wearealsoboats

disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again