#Beautiful Window Curtains

[arthursfuckinghat]

Rented Room - Rhodes Parlour House

[her-penetrating-soul]

"Go inwards. Find your inner space, and suddenly, you will find an explosion of light, of beauty, of ecstasy -as if suddenly thousands of roses have blossomed within you and you are full of their fragrance."

~Osho

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... by the window ...

📷 Melody Hall

[minarachelle]

Spa Franchorchamps, Belgium 2022

[liquidlikecats]

I JUST GOT TO REMOVE A HORNET! BEST DAY EVER!!!!!!!!!!

[impossible-rat-babies]

obssessed with the suite eyrie has in radz-at/han that I’m building in my mind

[razpberrypie]

[julikreikenbaum]

[chaotic-tired-bastard]

Self care is turning on a gods damned light

[wgm-beautiful-world]

[jul-27]

e.

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... sleeping beauty ...

📷 Tara Kucynskyj

[mothmvn]

idk if it's "seasonal affective disorder" or what, but when the clock shows 7:30 in the evening and the sun is still sunning it up out there, i can physically feel my bitch level rising

[onedaymyhappinesswillcome]

[madaqueue]

gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (fluff but minors begone)

you awake with a shiver. then a groan.

“‘toru,” you whine into the darkness of your eyelids, “s’too cold.”

satoru chuckles, hot puffs of air blooming above his lips. his arms are warm as they wrap around you, pulling you against the bare skin of chest. that’s warm, too.

“c’mere,” he hums, lips pressed into the crown of your head. one hand traces up and down your back, the other brushing a loose strand of hair from your forehead before resting along your neck.

there are fewer birds chirping outside the open window, proof that summer now rests behind closed curtains. gone are the days where the sun lingered in the sky to greet its lover the moon, its beautiful stain on your skin now fading. the birds miss it, too.

“you forgot to close the window last night, ‘toru.” you nuzzle into his shoulder, seeking shelter from the icy air (one he is always happy to provide; he always makes space for you).

the only response you get is a smile, dimples poking through pink cheeks.

because he didn’t forget.

he knows, now, after years of circling the sun with you, that you dread the cold, the way it chills your bones; and, he knows that you seek his warmth. even in your sleep.

when you wake searching for him, arms outstretched through shivers, that he will always be there. always ready. always warm.

“oops,” he giggles. “maybe i’ll remember next time.”

you murmur in response as you melt into him.

(the window is open tomorrow morning)

a/n: it's finally getting cold here aka it's time to start the fall drabbles (and i am once again accepting cuddle requests)

[collideliketwostars]

It matters where you are

When the Sun Hits; SlowDrive