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Okay this might sound vaguely.. psychotic lmfao. but a series of your posts gave me a really specific sign from the universe that answered something that's been on my mind. So, thank you Tumblr stranger.
if you want to dm me we can talk about it! I've had similar experiences happen with tumblr and random documentaries even... everything is strangely connected
- A Psalm for the Wild-Built, Becky Chambers // kagonekoshiro
source
La morte. Grand jeu de l'Oracle des Dames - G. Regamey - c.1890-1900 - via Gallica
We could all be a little more sustainable for the sake of the planet 🌍
I use this blog SO MUCH MORE than my primary one
I’ll never regret someone that I had an amazing time and experience with. Even if we fall off. You made my life special at a certain time. We grew together, even if we grew apart. Thank you
Reflections
““But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out, is in.””
— (via goodreadss)
Meandering falls at the wren pool
““But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out, is in.””
— (via goodreadss)
I think of you sometimes
A friend sent me these photos of a home he’s doing some work in… literal home goals.
(breathe)
Sassy Ducks is now on Tumblr. 🦆🦆🦆
“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.”
—
:')
I want a girl.
With soft skin that goes goose bumps when I gently touch her hand and this small hair on her arm is standing still like tiny, but brave soldiers against my intervention. She starts to giggle quietly at first, but after several seconds she bursts with a loud laugh and she blushes because she feels like it's a really inappropriate time for this. But I just smile and kiss her in a red cheek that is hot because of all the laugh she was doing. She's hot'n'soft and I know she loves me the way I love her. She holds my hand when we're in a group of friends. She looks at me all thirsty when we're in the middle of something and I know that people always guess what we do in the bathroom when we excuse ourselves. She texts me about how much she misses me when I'm at uni and I can't think of anything but her. At the end of the day I hold her in my arms while she talks about her day and I know that she's her own person and I'm my own person and we just choose to love each other. We choose to come back to each other no matter what not because we own each other, but because we're in love.
I want a girl who allows me to love her this way and who will love me back.