#sent from heaven

[cherrryblosssoming]

[juliadunst]

Heart jam cookies n kirsten dunst 💌

[calexinred]

MOTHERRRRR!!!

[radio-therookie-blog]

Heavenly man.

[emmaliee]

Heaven Sent

Reluctantly, I send the text, feeling a weight lift as I erase every trace of you from my life. The coffin is closed, and I vow to never speak to you again. With the trauma bonds severed, I embrace my newfound freedom, returning to the world of dating apps.

After countless left swipes, I stumble upon a marginally intriguing profile. Despite my initial reluctance, I decide to give this person a chance. We match instantly and agree to meet for lunch during our work break since we both work in the same city.

As we meet outside Chipotle, I can't shake the feeling of disinterest, but I push it aside. The conversation during lunch is dry, and I find myself struggling to stay engaged. It's evident this man lacks depth, and I'm relieved when it's time to return to work.

Back at the office, I receive a text from him expressing his insecurities, seeking reassurance I can't provide. I politely bid him farewell, grateful to be back to my routine.

The workday ends, and I'm not keen on staying home. Deciding to head to Davis, I change and set out. Arriving, I find parking in a Wells Fargo lot. Unsure of my plans, I decide to wander. Just as I'm about to leave my truck, a white Silverado pulls in beside me, its bed adorned with a large metal cage. Curious, I inquire about it, sparking a conversation with the driver. Intrigued by his work catching mountain lions, I agree to walk with him.

As we stroll, conversation flows effortlessly. We delve into various topics, fully engaged with each other. We connect on various levels. It feels like I've known him forever, and all my previous hurts fade away in his presence. Time flies, and I'm surprised to find we've been walking for hours. Hesitantly, I accept it's time to part ways. He mentions tonight is his last night staying in Sacramento. He will return home tomorrow, which is approximately three and a half hours from my home city. He requested meeting up again, perhaps on his drive back. We exchange numbers and agree to meet again.

In the following days, we stay in constant contact, navigating obstacles and uncertainties together. Despite the challenges, our connection deepens, and we meet halfway between our homes, enjoying each other's company and the passion between us.

However, as his fears resurface and distance becomes a barrier, we realize the impracticality of our relationship. Despite our mutual desire for one another and flawless communication, the geographical gap proved too much for us to overcome. With a heavy heart, I decide it’s time to part ways. I'm grateful for the lessons learned and the brief glimpse of what could have been. He will always be the reminder that my standards are not too high and that sometimes, even perfect matches aren't meant to be.

[lonelyzarquon]

When something goes missing, you can always recreate it by the hole it left.

[andhumanslovedstories]

I closed the bathroom door to pee with a little privacy (other people with cats are already shaking their heads at me) because Weevil is being particularly clingy this afternoon, and when she’s like this and I go to the bathroom, she immediately jumps on my naked lap, which is cute but also. Honey I am trying to piss. So I closed the door, and now the baby is CRYING, she is WEEPING, she is scrambling her little claws against the wood and mewling, all of which is turns out is actually more distracting to the whole process I’m trying to start in here, on account of it being hard to relax when you are also wondering if you’re history’s greatest monster, so fine fine, the cat wins. I got up, shuffled over to the door, and let her in, at which point she ran between my legs and jumped up on the toilet bowl. I’m not sure what her end goal was here because Weevil is the clumsiest cat I’ve ever met, so she instantly slipped, got her front legs soaked in in the miraculously still unused toilet, jumped six feet in the air, and knocked over every knock overable item in her immediate vicinity. And now she’s SO SAD again because I won’t let this creature still damp with toilet water sit in my lap. I am raising a toddler with claws.

[skeleton-squid-b0y]

ever think about twelve being so sick of losing people, especially losing people because of their belief in him as a hero, like amy. so he strips off that mask and shows how cold and calculating he is willing to be with lives and he chooses a face that shows his age and stops hiding his danger behind a charming smile or a bow tie. he does it as a kindness, so Clara knows what she's getting into. and she does. and she gets into it anyway. and it makes him even more desperate not to lose her. so he breaks all of his own rules, everything he stood for because just once he didn't want to have to lose someone. he went to the end of space and time the long way round, he beat death and he betrayed the home he spent his life searching for to try save her. for once he chose what he wanted, her, over the universe.

and after all that, all he managed to do was make it so she lost him instead.

[frankenfran]

they keep making new digimon daughters and i can't stop marrying them

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Hellelil and Hildebrand (The Meeting on the Turret Stairs) – Frederic William Burton // The Accolade – Edmund Blair Leighton // All Too Well (10 Minute Version) – Taylor Swift

[cherrryblosssoming]

[marsmalade-toast]

live laugh love @bearsintreesofficial makeup looks!!!

individual ones under the cut:

[hexcoreviktor]

As you come into this world, something else is also born. You begin your life, and it begins a journey towards you. It moves slowly, but it never stops. Wherever you go, whatever path you take, it will follow. Never faster, never slower, always coming. You will run, it will walk. You will rest, it will not. One day, you will linger in the same place too long. You will sit too still or sleep too deep, and when, too late, you rise to go, you will notice a second shadow next to yours. Your life will then be over.

[radio-therookie-blog]

On this Sunday, let your heart gaze upon a heavenly being💕

[ohhamlet-art]

One last black bird without a place to be turns around, in hopes to find the place it last knew rest.