everyone wants the gay couple to get the happy ending, don’t they?
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everyone wants the gay couple to get the happy ending, don’t they?
[ happy early birthday, @percyokonjos <3 ]
my friend made this beautiful edit with “London Boy” and I think it’s: everything
if u wanna see more, this is her twitter
Drawings made by @vkelleyart
I am Tatiana. And I believe in, and hope for, and love Alexander for life.
books read in 2018
i was born for this - alice oseman
“’like…’ lister continues, ‘like that girl, angel. she knew what she wanted. what she believed in. what she loved. and she… she just did it’ lister shakes his head. ‘i’ve never met anyone like that.’
rowan looks back out of the window. ‘she definitely wasn’t what i thought she was.’
‘she wasn’t a maniacal fan, you mean?’
‘she was a maniacal fan, but i don’t think the maniacal fans are what i thought they were. well, not all of them, anyway.’
‘they’re just a bit normal, really,’ i say.
‘or we’re all weird.’
lister bellows, ‘WE’RE ALL WEIRD!’ so loud that i flinch and lister actually winces in pain once he’s finished.”
Moodboard ➤ Viola Eade.
“You said war should never be personal, but that’s all it’s ever been for me.”
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“Lazarevo drips you into my soul, dawn drop by moonlight drop from the river Kama. When you look for me, look for me there, because that’s where I’ll be all the days of my life.”
“But you better keep yourself alive for me, soldier, because I can’t continue to live without you.” That’s what she said, looking up into his face, her hands on his beating heart. He bent down and kissed her freckles. “You can’t continue? My cartwheeling queen of Lake Ilmen?” Smiling, he shook his head. “You will find a way to live without me. You will find a way to live for both of us,” Alexander said to Tatiana as the swelling Kama River flowed from the Ural Mountains through a pine village named Lazarevo, once when they were in love, and young.”