#a soft summer child

[mother-of-fuckers]

this fucking CREATURE has enchanted me. Reblog to SQUASH HIM.

[angelunderheaven]

I want every little girl to never lose faith in herself and to always carry in her heart that she is beautiful and loved by the stars ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[theacademiccottage]

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

[blackwomenrule]

[amareinmortis]

Altered the eye slightly, but other than that..

[gracies-dreams]

ᯓᡣ𐭩

[anmolsmsblog]

Real Basics unisex child fleece Track Suit

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[unfurl-th]

a lovely lovely midsummer: explored the city with a friend of five years i finally got to meet this week. spent the evening with some of my closest friends eating and making flower crowns on the floor 🧺🧹

[zeezeebum]

If you dance, I'll dance

And if you don't, I'll dance anyway

[deepestbluesky]

everytime i see something like ‘do you ever just read a fic and Know that the author has never had sex’ i want to break down and never write a fic again!!!!! at least this time it wasn’t the deadly combo of remarks to that effect and then also seeing people i like in fandom say they won’t read anything that isn’t rated M or E because they only want to read fics with adult perspectives 🙃

[averagelonelypotato]

there’s always an evil twin

[likealonelysparrow]

This orange tastes like childhood; summers when I used to wear bracelets on my ankles, and put flowers in my mother’s hair, and run around barefoot even though the thorns would stick me, when my brothers and I would hide from the blistering heat, peeling our oranges and trying not to let the juice run all over our face and fingers would but we’d end up hosing each other off when we failed miserably.

[raimagnolia]

I'll die for that soft look in his eyes

[victorborkowski]

the jazz music in the opening credits sequence of monsters inc is immediately so comforting....

[anmolsmsblog]

Real Basics unisex child fleece Track Suit

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[starsofang]

Single Dad!Simon who vowed to never trust another woman again after his failed past. He was locked up with the key thrown away, permanently off of the market.

At least that’s what he’d told himself for years. Now, he was beginning to have cold feet.

Simon needed a nanny, one that he could trust completely. He didn’t play about his child, and he’d be damned if he got set up with someone of ill intentions.

But, he was desperate.

Price needed him back periodically, even after his retirement, and he agreed. After all, money was tight when he parented on his own with a growing child.

That was when you came in. Soap had been a pal and recommended an old family friend, somebody he knew Simon could trust with his kid. Simon was skeptical, of course, but Soap had never done him wrong. Reluctantly, he agreed.

Simon wanted to have a trial period to see if you were truly built for the task. He wouldn’t let you off easily. His child was his world, and women weren’t exactly in his deck of cards when it came to trust.

You were as sweet as honey upon the first meeting with a smile that could outdo the sun. Your voice was soft as rain, flowing out of you like a summer song. You spoke to him with the upmost respect, and even more so with his child.

Simon knew he could trust Soap in guaranteeing somebody safe. You were the perfect candidate. He just didn’t know it would lead into him feeling emotions he’d buried a long, long time ago.

Attraction. Interest. A crush, dare he say, like he was a stupid high school kid that just saw the prettiest girl in class and fell head over heels.

He had a silly crush on his child’s nanny when he fully intended to keep it short and professional. That was the way he operated. He was like a working machine, and you had undone his mechanics so easily to the point he struggled to function.

Seeing you with his child only caused his attraction to fester deeper. His child became attached to your hip, smiling more than they had ever done, rambling nonsense to him every time he returned home and you left to go to yours.

It was becoming hard to deny it. You opened an old wound of Simon’s, awakening that deep and dreadful loneliness he felt every passing day. Every smile, every laugh, every Mr. Riley even though you were close in age, all of it had him on the edge of his seat.

He wanted more. He was tired of denying himself happiness. The idea of pushing away every woman was still very vivid in his mind, but denying you just seemed criminal the more time passed.

“I never got to thank you for allowing me in to your home, Mr. Riley,” you told him one day, ever so sweet.

“Thought I told you to call me Simon,” he grunted, avoiding your eyes as the two of you stood in the doorway.

“Right. Simon,” you corrected with a radiant smile. “You have quite the kid, I’ll tell you that. I always look forward to coming over. It makes my day seeing the two of you.”

Simon could feel his heart pattering against his ribcage. His hands were sweaty, and he prayed you didn’t notice him swipe them along his jeans.

“Both of us?” he hummed.

“Of course. You’re just as exciting to see, too, Mr. Ri- Simon.”

Simon’s lips quirked up the slightest bit, but his heart was in his ass. For the first time in a long time, a woman was making him shy and nervous, and it didn’t feel as bad as it did before.

“You’re always free to come over for dinner,” he offered.

“That sounds great, I’d love to have dinner with the two of you!” you exclaimed, beaming.

He didn’t understand how you could be so bright yet so oblivious at the same time.

Simon cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably on the balls of his feet. “I meant, the two of us.”

You stared at him like he’d grown two heads, and he nearly slammed the door in your face from the sheer anxiety that spiked in him. He couldn’t read your mind or what you were feeling, and Simon wished he had never said anything to begin with.

“That sounds wonderful,” you said instead. Now it was Simon’s turn to stare at you crazy. “I’d love that.”

Simon realized he was staring too long, so he cleared his throat once again, giving you a brief nod and looking away. “Alright. I’ll text you a day and have Soap pick up the little monster for the night.”

When you agreed and left with the smile that made his heart ache, he didn’t waste a second in texting Soap, telling him he’d be on nanny duty for one night that week.

Soap was quick to agree, but not without a little “You’re welcome ;)” text back.