#tranquilwords

[wildflower-dg]

La felicidad que siento, no se debe a una persona o ha algo material o de lo que piensan los demás , se trata , de mis logros que no son materiales, son espirituales.

[hersparklingqalb]

I was not understood when I spoke, so I tried to speak without words. Only to be reminded that neither my screams nor my silence could be understood by anyone but by The One who cares enough to listen. #tranquilwords #sabr #shukr #tawakkul #herblackveil #hersparklingqalb #islamicreminder https://www.instagram.com/p/CEjcDGeBV_Y/?igshid=xertbqfvv80f

[fairsts-a]

* 𝚂𝙲   \   𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙻𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 !

‘   do you sell coffee by the gallon ? or do i have to buy it a cup at a time ?   ’   the past three hours had been living hell, and it was only the beginning of what she was sure would be a long day.   ‘   in fact, if you sell it vats, that would be even better.   ’   \   @tranquilwords .

[rootsmoved]

      it’s been days now since belle last saw ruby. since that quiet moment in the library, tucked away between silent stacks, when ruby had looked at belle like she hung the moon in the sky with her own two hands, leaning in closer and closer until -- 

       (belle’s fingers brush over her lips at the memory.)

       it’s been just as long since ruby clamped a shackle around her wrist, before running off to meet a mob baying for her blood. hours later, granny had been the one to unchain her. she hasn’t seen hide nor hair ruby since, not even on days she’s shown up at granny’s. if she’s honest, that’s what really stings.

       so when she finally catches sight of ruby outside of the library, she doesn’t let it go. by the time she’s made it outside, ruby has already turned away, but that isn’t enough to deter belle from running after her. “ruby, wait!” she has half a mind to quicken her pace, to grab ruby’s hand a pull her back -- but she can’t cage ruby into this. she won’t. instead she stops, fists clenched at her sides as she calls out, “you can’t run away from me forever, you know.” // @tranquilwords

[herheroics]

@tranquilwords liked for a starter from the baes

      letting out a soft cry, lizzie cradled her wrist to her chest. she had a fall at school and with the way her wrist was, she could tell she had broken it but as she arrived at the emergency room, she couldn’t help the faint smile on her face appear, she knew this hospital like the back of her hand, it was home. as she was moved to a cubicle, lizzie sat down on the bed with a sigh, it honestly felt like she had been waiting forever. seeing a flash of red hair, lizzie called out “mama, over here.”

[halycondaze]

@tranquilwords​ / relationship meme

🌩 🌻 - byleth to el!

“friends like siblings“ and “friends from traumatic experiences“ and honestly - tht’s the best way to put it. edelgard probably sees byleth as an older sibling, especially with the way they treat her, and god does she love it, el hasn’t had that kind of support and love in a long time. 

🌼/🌵 - byleth to cyril!

“older sibling” or “parental” please do. cyril deserves so much better than what he’s got. kid doesn’t even have a bed. what the fuck. i do think he’s likely to try and push byleth away, but will warm to them 

[hurriicanes]

link had gone home ages ago, something the neurosurgeon was increasingly saddened by as the nights passed and merediths bed? her brother's side was empty as per usual and the brunette found herself slinking in. it wasn’t odd for her to be all touchy-feely as of late, hormones did that to a girl. or at least that was what she would blame it on if anyone asked or meredith laughed at her for the snuggle sesh.  “  dude, what’s it like having a kid? not having it, having it but like. . . taking care of it. i’ve done the first part before, it’s the rest that i’m clueless about.”  amelia,  her room is dark because she’s trying to sleep !!  shut the fuck up. @tranquilwords​ / / meredith !

[neonataled]

@tranquilwords tapped the  ♡      !   (    alex karev   .   )

      SILENCE AS AN ALLY    ,     SHADOWS AS A FRIEND    ;    the supply closet has never felt so much like home    .     and oh    ,    parting really is such sweet sorrow    .     familiar stature blocks the door no sooner than it inches open    ,    strikes an epiphany down on her tired mind    !     how very ill   -    equipped she is to deal with anything out of his mouth    .      ❝      listen    ,     i have had the worst day    ,   so    ...    ❞      DON’T SPEAK    .