#beautiful asks

[fartlocalypse]

I fawking love jackass

I LOVE IT TOO 😇😇😇😇 I can't wait for the new movie with the exclusive bam clips

[darkfantasyprincess23]

You're beautiful, I hope you know that.

I hope you're aware that everyone on the street thinks you're beautiful.

I hope you know that everyone who sees you hope you were theirs.

I hope you know everyone wants to grab you, take you, hold you, keep you, thrust into you, bite you, hit you, love you.

I hope you know that.

Awwwww I can't take it anymore, it's so beautiful, I'm melting and turning red. Thank you🥹🥺❣️❣️

[threebeautiful]

hello bryce. i enjoyed that fanfiction…..

😳😳😳 thank you though i might write more for the gc after my trip

[oonajaeadira]

Hi! Just wanted to send an impulsive ask: Did you really go to the Paris Catacombs?? Holy crap how spooky was it???

I did!!!! And in autumn, so prime vibes time. But I wouldn't say it was too spooky. Although you also have to remember that is coming from a girl that regularly hangs out in cemeteries and is very death-positive.

You can only go down there on a tour, so it's not like you're alone and wandering, and you actually only see a portion of it--the one that's most decorated and researched. The tour puts the bones in context and why they were put there and arranged so. It had a lot to do with the revolution and just plain running out of space in the churchyards. It was getting unsanitary to keep filling up mass graves or charnel houses within the city, so they found a better place for them. Since bodies were buried in mass graves, a lot of times they didn't know what bones belonged to each other, hence the more efficient stacking of skulls or femurs all together. And it wasn't uncommon at the time for art to be made of human corpses or bones--it was the true momento mori: "Remember that I was once as you are now and you will one day be what I am." Life is short now but it was shorter then and while the bones were respectfully laid to rest, the art that is also made of them is meant to be a celebration of the life of those folks. The fact that they didn't know who or how many whos....it's the ultimate tomb of the unknown, and thereby, all of us. Which I find rather beautiful--everyone is the same in death. And I can't really be afraid of a skeleton...not when I'm carrying one around with me all the time! They were people. And now they're gone. Except the bones that took a whole human life to grow.

They make it very very clear that you are not allowed to touch any of the bones and they actually carefully check your pockets and bags on the way out to make sure you are not removing human remains from their resting place. They also ask for silence or low voices out of respect for the dead and out of respect for the tour guide so they don't have to raise their voices. It's not an echo-y place; in fact, it's actually quite sound-dampened and everything is much quieter down there. Anyway. It's all set up to be very respectful of those buried there and those who created and tended to the catacombs. And those who still tend to it.

The scariest thing to me is how far underground you have to go. With every step I was reminded of just how much dirt was over my head and that the earth can be temperamental and shift anywhere and anytime it wants to. Paris could just decide to become a giant sinkhole and squish me like a bug. But while that's an actual fobia of mine, it's obviously not strong enough to counteract my love of holy human places or I never would have ventured below.

As it was, it was one of the highlights of my Paris trip. That and Père-Lachaise Cemetery (especially with the autumn leaves falling). And Marie-Antoinette's grave up in Saint Denis. And maybe the Louvre at night. So many nights at the Louvre....

[asleavesfall]

What must love mean to a person ??

I don't know dear. But, I believe love will make you a better person. If something makes you fall in love with yourself a little more, shouldn't that be called love ? Parental love is the purest form of love I experienced. That love is never-ending and ever-forgiving. Love between two people must always be constructive. If it makes my heart flutter and lets me happily embrace my flaws, what else can feel that satisfying ? If it means sadness and endurance, if loving someone makes us love ourselves less, I think that mustn't be called love. Love must mean self-growth, I believe.

[solis-angelus]

Freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs (or not!) that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!

Thank you Kai!!! 💕💕💕💕

Giving it right back to you :D

[chaoticandromantic]

my heart longs for you, my dove, there exists not enough words to describe how deep my yearning runs

The mere thought of you makes my heart ache - just how much it misses you. I can feel my fingers trembling as they write this wishing to be tangled in your hair instead. Although our bodies aren't pressed to one another i can feel your heart beating against mine. Come to me soon my dearest