#classiccharacters

[manekinekopro]

#classiccharacters #patchwhisky (at Brooklyn, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3ndFjBnmWK/?igshid=1a7cbslryytjf

[manekinekopro]

#classiccharacters (at Brooklyn, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1vUEl3nSTQ/?igshid=1ravvu6s959yn

[sonofparis]

....PSA: If you have a Aunt or Uncle who are anything like these two, then please invite me to your next Family function, because I need this kind of Unfiltered Fuck It’ness Joy in my Life. With their kind there’s always a party going on in their mind, and you can ignore the invite if you want to. #ClassicCharacters #90s https://www.instagram.com/p/BzpQ3RalvPgjnVe1mSbb5yz8LtZcdSuPSl3_jw0/?igshid=ohd5xyjsndg9

[phoenix-nightfire]

Yeah #classiccharacters like #spiders....#yeah. #elderscrollsblades #app #gaming #bethesdagamestudios #love #great #fun https://www.instagram.com/p/BvrGUWgFfSO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=d96vp6owck2z

[villellapinkumbrella]

"When we're together, darling, every night is Halloween 👻 #theadamsfamily #gomez #morticia #adams #brittanyvillella #villellapinkumbrella #illustration #instagood #instaart #blackandwhite #caramiamoncher #gomezandmorticia #halloween #powercouple #relationshipgoals #digitalart #sketch #characterart #classiccharacters #bubala #blackisbeautiful (at Atlanta, Georgia)

[ifihadatypewriter-blog]

Calvin and Meg

Dawn crept into the room, touching first the headboard and moving toward the nightstands, illuminating stacks of science journals, scraps of note paper and diagrams of the tesseracts. The tesseracts. The reason we were thrown into this relationship which has seen us through years as high-school sweethearts ushering us to this new experience of newly wed and completely unprepared. I love Calvin. And with joy, I call him my husband, I awake each day grateful that he is mine. But this morning, I awake with nothing but words, tumbling around in my mind, grabbing my hand and leading me toward a place of great frustration and disappointment. "A unicorn?" "That's a bit far-fetched, don't you think?" "Do you really believe Charles Wallace?" "Are you sure it wasn't a dream?" My heart skipped beats unlike they've ever skipped beats in his presence, rather than skipping in meadows of sunshine and understanding, the beats skipped to a standstill, in shock. How had the history which we had shared, the truths which, until now he'd seemed to hold with greater firmness and clarity than I was personally capable of, fallen to pieces right before my eyes. With the increasing presence of day seeping onto the bed spread the man whom I loved began to stir. With drowsy eyes he met my gaze and in an instant recalled the disheartening conversation of the night prior. A single-tear slid from the tip of my nose landing on the linen his mother had gifted us. He gently placed his index finger on my nose, smiled gently and rather speaking with his words entered into my being, as we had done many times with our understanding of kything, and offered my heart, my mind and my soul the sweet release I had awaited through the duration of the darkness.