
I could not thank everyone through the “ask” box, so let me do it with these dimples and these soft looking eyes.

I could not thank everyone through the “ask” box, so let me do it with these dimples and these soft looking eyes.
why do straight ppl think they can whine about gay ppl “throwing their sexuality in our faces” when almost every waking second of every minute of every day of my life is filled with heterosexual romance media and heteronormativity. like u think 2 girls holding hands in public is rubbing their sexuality in ur face you have no fucking idea what queer people go through on a daily basis shut the fuck up
tbh i think my goal for this year is to live my life like i’m the determined protagonist of a ghibli movie
you gotta stand on a rock or somethin and let the wind blow through your hair for a bit at some point
i absolutely will. another goal
I like this bc it allows room for crying and feeling overwhelmed
I’m gonna cry tears that will fill a well for 4-5 years and eat food that even kings would envy
how do I get my hair to do The Thing
step on something wet at night and your hair will do The Thing by itself i promise
Emmett thinking Rosalie was an angel is very sweet.
Emmett thinking Carlisle was God is hilarious. Like you know he was expecting some old bearded dude with a booming voice and instead he gets this young, soft-spoken blond guy and just rolled with it like, “who would have thought God was so young? And wore sweater vests?”
(I’m a big fan of prompt lists so I thought I’d make my own! Inspired by x so go check it out! If you use these I’d love to see the finished work, so feel free to tag me if you’d like!)
I found you
- Giggling like a child, without a trace of past sadness
- Snuggling into my chest, refusing to let my hand go
- Covered in a pile of crisp autumn leaves
- Sand covering your toes, ocean waves crashing into a lullaby at sunset
- Freezing in the snow
- Tears streaming down your cheeks, pain hidden from me once again
- With the stuffed animal I won for you at the festival
- Moonlight reflected in your eyes, balcony overlooking the sky
- Hand buried inside of your underwear, my name whimpered on your lips
- Planning a surprise party for me
- Bloody and bruised in a strange alleyway, so far from home
- Snuggling with my jacket, peacefully asleep
- Petting a small dog, being ridiculously cute
- Ordering ice cream for us both, and spilling yours
- In bed with someone else, screaming their name instead of my own
- In the bathroom at a formal event, crying in the bathroom over how you saw yourself as ugly
- At the park, resting in the grass with no care in the world
- Waiting for me
- Drunk, at the end of your rope
- In a bubble bath you filled for us both
- With a broken ankle
- In a place you should have never been
- Looking like an angel
- Sunbathing by the pool on a lazy Sunday afternoon
- Far too late
- Gasping for air
- Wide awake, unable to sleep without me
- Panicking, our child about to be delivered
- Before everything changed
- Trying on your favorite outfit, air escaping from my lungs in wonder
- Grasping to hold onto me
- With a blush on your cheeks
- Tickling my sides
- In a pool of your own blood
- After many years
- Your eyes heavy, nightmares robbing you of sleep
- Angry at me, refusing to look me in the eyes
- Screaming in terror
- Dancing under the stars, myself watching with your reflection sparkling in my eyes
- At the happiest you had ever been
- While dressing for our wedding
- Chasing butterflies
- Watching me while I sweat from exercising
- Baking pastries for me
- While you were dying
- A snowflake on your nose
- Where I should have been looking in the first place
- Before my last breath
- In another universe
- In the afterlife
these are so pretty,,,
send me some with a ship + i’ll write a drabble for it!
You guys should send me some of these and a pairing while I’m asleep and I’ll write them in the morning!
I keep seeing the phrase ‘art never comes from happiness’, it’s one of the most depressing things I’ve ever seen because while many profound things do come from unhappiness, some of the beautiful art comes from happiness.
So go out, have your obnoxiously happy art. Dismiss the notion that you have to be unhappy or depressed to create something beautiful. Use your bright yellows and reds. Talk about laughter, love, and peace. Build stories around the notion that it’s ok to be happy. That art can be happy.
Reblogging because people need to talk about THIS approach to art more.
The hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict.