#i will always love them

[thefuzzyaya]

Just doodling for personal fun a bit

[schn33wi11ch3n]

oscar loves rosalie too, here is proof (she SHOULD marry her)

[sugarbear2001]

The chipettes are so iconic I love their style. 💗

[kitanxa]

— Endless list of my ships

↳ Gray Fullbuster x Lucy Heartfilia

[jaca3rys]

Rhaenicent they could never make me hate you

[sanchoxreus]

father and son forever! 💛🫶

[luckyag4in]

I will always choose wolfstar. Don't matter the situation, wolfstar is my forever number 1, cause they're so special and dear to me, in a way that I cannot explain. No one will never understand how much I love tem. I JUST FUCKING LOVE THEM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[maddsxfall]

Brocedes - the loml 🥺

no but the way this is beautifully said. whilst nico might believe they’re friends, doesn’t mean lewis does or vice versa. on top of that, even if they both do believe they’re friends again, i don’t think it’s something they’d wanna publicise. they’re already in the spotlight so much, i’d understand if there were certain parts to their lives they’d wanna keep private and personal.

healing really isn’t linear. they might accept their losses one day, yet despise each other the next. it’s a steady process. mountains aren’t flat. they’re not easy to climb. the same goes for healing a friendship ❤️‍🩹

[cheryls-blossomed]

Truly, the best thing The Flash has ever done is reinforce time and again the depth of Barry and Iris’s love for each other. Across timelines. Across dimensions. Through crisis after crisis after crisis. Their love restores timelines. Restores the speedforce. Restores time and space. Because through it all, no matter what, the single constant is them, and that is a love story™. The show has not always done right by them, but Barry and Iris really are one of the greatest love stories on television. 

[jerefish]

bellyjere + thanksgiving

[ruubesz-draws]

She is looking... respectfully👀

I miss her... I miss them together :'(

[dragon-of-timeless-blue]

I was thinking about how deeply and immensely I love rinharu and I started crying ghibli tears...

[iho6hi2]

isnt that literally the entirety of devil's advocate so far??

[justalexx-things]

Happy four year anniversary to the boys who changed my life ♥️

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

That little Marcel&Davina-shaped piece of my heart came alive and started fluttering again 🥰😩🥹

[sweetmyrrhs]

i have been loved but i cannot love.

I have my first lover's tongue; she taught me how to run my mouth like a sailor. It was a sneaky virus, one that planted curses and insults and swears into my spine where it lies dormant. Through her breath I have been infected with her tongue — and it spreaded to my eyes too, she never turned her head — I eye people with disdain, glaring at them sideways — I have no care in the world. She rammed a wooden chair against the classroom window once, her wrath extending to the shattered glass that lay like a butterfly's broken wings. Her tongue speaks of rage and bitterness and hurt, and through it I can taste the way she cried in her room, helpless as the only person who loved her in her childhood left, the way she speaks of her alcoholic mother who spends her money on amethyst beds and private jets instead of even casting a loving glance at her. She is broken, her tongue is sharp — I break, I sharpen my tongue.

I have my twin's eyes, she guides me with my pen — my pen is hers, and hers mine. I see the world partially in her saturated lens, the leaves shades of lime and chartreuse and viridian green, her cheeks pink like the light stain of cherry juice on someone's fingers when she smiles awkwardly, her lips twitching a little. Nothing is dull with the way she sees the world; in each corner of the street, where a sparrow is perched on the overhang like dust clinging to wool, or where a dove is nested in the twisted embrace of the branches, I can hear her point and say "that's a ringneck dove" or "did you know that house sparrows could swim?" She knows I see her in a stray cat wandering the pavements, staring at me with wide, knowing eyes, a glint of mischief reflecting off the amber. Light twinkles in her breath. She is quiet, but she sees, she watches, she knows, and her pen runs on paper like water on rocks.

I have my best friend's heart. Through her my arteries sigh and blood circulates in them — she is brilliant, a miracle the way humans should have never existed according to the laws of entropy, but she does. There is a halo tangled in her once-black-now-blue hair that feels like lemon mint lollies and glows like a sweaty summer sheen, one that I never ran my fingers on. They manifest like horns, like a gentle crescent — like an angel, a peregrine, she spreads her wings and let meteor showers pierce them instead of me. The safety of knowing I could always depend on her, the safety of knowing I could wander and roam and be lost and be free and be found by a lighthouse by the water — it thunders like a steady heartbeat, and a gentle heart thunders.

I am pieced together by so much love, love that was fresh rain, love that was a dwindling flame, love that went far and wide and always became — love that was a forgiving thunderstorm, love that was an arsonist's lullabye, love that cradled nothing but void and never came. Love rolls off me like sweat and oil, yet I love like sandpaper on skin, like an old farmer's callous palms. I cannot trace my fingertips on someone's skin without scraping them with my sharp nails. I cannot give a tender compliment without a sharp retort — I know I am not a lover, because I have been loved with cruelty and mercy and suffering and bliss. I have only loved with me, and me alone.

Like a tumultuous sea I am no lover. I punish with harsh waves, I overthrow boats and ships until canvas sails lay tattered on the blue. I love with my hands, the part of me that was always mine, rough and untouched and never softened, and I rob the breath from their lungs until I become oxygen itself. I am not God, but oh, would I love by nailing myself to a cross, I would love angry and gory and bloody and mean if it would mean anything more. Forgiving is the word I would look for, and love is nothing but ruthless, and I am everything but ruthless.