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I wanted you to be the last thing on my mind I wanted you to be the reason I close my eyes

Gravity, by Eden

“Tristan/Isolde deathly embrace” art prompt for anon! (Thanks so much for the super sad request, my guy) </3  

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Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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Old man of Storr || juusohd

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Their wedding was very intimate. Only a few friends and family members were invited.

It took place at a café along the East River overlooking the Manhattan skyline and just next to the Brooklyn Bridge. It happened on a warm summer day, the sun shining brightly above them and their guests, the ceremony taking place on a desk outside beside the bridge. And everything was just flawless.

chapter six.

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fic update: sleep deprived. the end.

It wasn’t always easy. They weren’t perfect.

There were days they would fight; sometimes their fights would last longer than others but they never dared to go to sleep mad at one another. 

Other days were a dream. 

Heavenly, even. 

ao3 link.

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fic update: sleep deprived

“Did you call the cops?”

“I’m not going to do that, Ben,” she sighed. “That’s not how things work.”

“Rey, that’s exactly how things work,” she could hear him rolling his eyes at her. Her lips tugged upwards into a small smile.

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let me dream with you (take me to paradise)

the cannes au that nobody asked for.

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fic update: sleep deprived

Ben has always been the only one who really understood her on a deeper level, more so than anyone else could. He was the one who taught her so many different things - like how to create a resume, how to fold fitted bedsheets, how to do an alley-oop at the Y... He was her first for almost everything.

In which Rey and Ben go from being college friends to lovers to nothing. When life gets in the way there's plenty heartbreak, but there is resolve as time goes on. Can they forgive one another, learn from the past and start again?

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sometimes i think of us, before it all got bad it left me long ago, the kind of love we had left me dry, running on empty vows but you seemed fine when we met last night - sleep deprived by léon ♡

fic / song inspo

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Paterson (2016), dir. Jim Jarmusch

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#soft

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Adam Driver in a 2016 SNL Promo

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different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’

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“I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.”

— Richard Siken, Crush (via books-n-quotes)

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Someone: I’d love to read some of your writing some time

Me, who never gets anything finished:

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I have no money, no property, I am entirely dependent upon that bizarre old lunatic, my uncle. I cannot yet offer marriage, but you must know what I feel. Jane, I’m yours. God, I’m yours. I’m yours, heart and soul. Much good that is.