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tagged by my love @creativedenouement to make a moodboard and here’s a wannabe aesthetic.
FEEELIZ CUMPLEAAAÑOS!!! wish you all the best things and happiness and cute animals! you are strong and amazing.
Ahhhhh thank you!!!!!! ;; <3 <3
psa: my girlfriend is the cutest dork that ever lived and i love her a fucking lot and she made me happy cry with valentine's gifts and did i say she's amazing and i love her a lot?
why does tumblr makes special effort to respect pronouns but can't listen when we say that calling the US "america" is terrible :(
I DONT KNOW BUT IT MAKES ME SO ANGRY
THE US IS NOT AMERICA.
i mean they’re called the united states OF america for a reason, they’re in america but they are NOT america. america is a continent.
fuckin’ gringos estúpidos
three hours until i get to see my girl asdfghjkl <3
I kind of ship you and @creativedenouement! You are always so sweet! :)
IKR we’re like the cutest aren’t we? (◡‿◡✿) I ship us as well. WELL SHE IS THE CUTEST AT LEAST and i’m just like the luckiest person ever i guess
When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight From having looked too long upon the sun. Then is my daily life a narrow room In which a little while, uncertainly, Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, Among familiar things grown strange to me Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark, Till I become accustomed to the dark.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay.