i definitely thought the orange one was a pumpkin and this was some weird yankee halloween thing
I just want someone to hold me every night until I am in a deep sleep then I want them to leave so I can take up the whole bed.
this entire month is halloween don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
“A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.”
I’ve reblogged this before and I will reblog it again.
This is so great
The Lost Coast, California.
I want a superhero movie where the hero dies in the first ten minutes and the woman who was supposed to be the love interest puts on his costume and becomes an even better hero.
I want all of the advertising to be for the hero and none of the marketing to even allude to this death.
imagine all the male tears
I need this like burning.
Our love isn’t a story I can pull out of the context of my life in order to tell it to myself. It exists outside of myself; we bear it together. Closing one’s eyes isn’t enough to do away with the sun; disavowing that love is only blinding myself. No, I rejected cautious thinking, and false solitude, and sordid consolations. And I realized immediately that that rejection was still another sham; the truth is I was in no way master of my heart. I was powerless against that anguish which gripped me each time I opened one of his letters, and my sensible speeches would never fill the emptiness inside of me.
It’s exciting when you find parts of yourself in someone else.