That moment when you really see something that’s lived in your space forever again like it’s new.

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That moment when you really see something that’s lived in your space forever again like it’s new.
“There was no other word for it; this guy was handsome. [..] Rafael glowered at me. I must have been staring.”
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“Will shrugged. “He’s lucky he’s a fast healer—son of Hebe, goddess of youth, and all that.” “You’re staring,” Nico noted.
“I am not,” Will said. “I am merely assessing how well Paolo’s arms are functioning after surgery.”
“Hmph.””
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Dark-haired-broody-kinda-nerdy boy being jealous because his blonde-ball-of-sunshine boyfriend is looking at some handsome guy is officially main characteristic of my gay OTPs
對面的女孩看過來
The opposite girl looks over
MP 240
Light Lens Lab 35mm f1.4
Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and, desert youuuu! Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye (I don't know the words past this point) RICK ROLLING EVEN IN TEXT FORM IS STILL VALID ~🌼
ITS NOT APRIL FOOLS THOUGH
and i dont know the rest of the lyrics either
we could ask LANCE
I loved the fresh grass rolling and rippling in the wind like a celebratory sail; I loved how the clouds tugging across the fiery furnace of the red sky were as grey as wet concrete. I sat on a tree branch and watched the sky’s inferno quench and dim to a sleepy shade of amethyst, soft as the deliberate strokes of a paintbrush, lethargic clouds cooling into silver. Home. Home. My heart’s rhythm spelled the word: Home.
Skylar St. Clair (Looks Over, Rose Christo)
'It's not blood that makes us who we are,' Dad said. 'It's family. And it's not blood that makes us family. It's love.'
Looks Over by Rose Christo
‘I thought he knew I was gay. I guess that time when I was ten and I told him I wanted to marry Chrestomanci never tipped him off.’ I looked at Rafael sharply. ‘Book character,’ Rafael said sheepishly. Of course it was a book character.
Looks Over by Rose Christo