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Imagine your OTP:

Picking strawberries or wild blackberries together during the summer when they’re in season

Relaxing at night on the grass, gazing up at the sky and marveling at, not the stars, but a summer lightning storm

Skinny dipping under the light of the moon during the summer camping trip while the rest of the group is asleep

Frolicking in the warm summer rain together after being caught in a storm after realizing playing in it is more fun than fleeing from it

Finding a patch of honeysuckle and picking and enjoying them together

Going to the farmer’s market or flea market together

Attending a local summer carnival and basking in the cliche of the romantic Ferris wheel ride and the cheesy carnival game prizes

Supporting one of their younger siblings by going to one of their little league games and cheering them on

Having a summer picnic at the park with watermelon and hot dogs and lemonade

Accidentally (or purposefully) dozing off in a hammock together as the sun sets and the air cools down

Playing with sidewalk chalk like they’re kids again

Imagine your OTP doing some underappreciated summer activities!! AKA anything other than just eating ice cream and being hot

stranger things 2 + text posts

stranger things 2 + text posts [pt.2]

stranger things 2 + text posts [pt.4]

stranger things 2 + text posts [pt.3]

let’s burn that lab to the ground.

Her

I have seen her straight out of bed.

Bed hair, bed eyes and bed smile.

Lying on her favourite pillow, with her favourite cover

Drawn up her body like the most fragile ferocious shield

Waking up after a night that seems to go on forever;

Relentless, tiresome ticking away of seconds that gushed in with anxiety and misery.

I have seen her calling it a night when the sun is about to shine and waking up feeling perplexed with no recollection of how she survived the darkness.

I have seen her straight out of bed and she has looked like the most exotic and lonely thing to walk Earth.

And I do not remember loving anyone else so fiercely.

“Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you and misses you.”

—

succulent magic ✨

seelieknight

imagine being a hogwarts kid who has a basic understanding of latin and can thus make their own spells

i’m officially making one of these for each chapter of strings attached in no particular order, since i honestly love this fic with all of my heart & soul & it cures all of my chronic illnesses. 

a moodboard inspired by chapter FOUR of @hannahberrie’s fanfiction: “ STRINGS ATTACHED. ” (aka the scene in which el kind'a “ hijack’s ” mikes car & then the two kind'a go on an unplanned slushie date) .

STRINGS ATTACHED MOODBOARD INDEX ― [1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9] 

i’m officially making one of these for each chapter of strings attached in no particular order, since i honestly love this fic with all of my heart & soul & it cures all of my chronic illnesses. 

a moodboard inspired by chapter FOUR of @hannahberrie’s fanfiction: “ STRINGS ATTACHED. ” (aka the scene in which el kind'a “ hijack’s ” mikes car & then the two kind'a go on an unplanned slushie date) .

You know I’m old in some ways-in others-well, I’m just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via the-book-diaries)

kinda can’t stop thinking bout mileven and their kids

like how their oldest would be the softest little munchkin of all time, and he’d wait around by the door for mike or el to get home so they’d call him “puppy” and how he has the cutest lil laugh, and he loves reading books so much

how their middle kid is this wild bean who jumps on beds and insists on playing hide and go seek all the time, he has so much energy, but then he’ll get all sleepy and cuddly and he’ll koala around mike and mike’ll be like “tired, cub?” and he just nods and his curls flop around and 😍

how their youngest kid is like the smartest sassiest girl to ever walk the earth, she loves her parents and siblings so much and she’s always hanging off of one of them, she’ll do the thing where she makes mike hold out a finger so she can twirl, she loves ballet, and she’s just the cutest little blonde bean around (they call her “bambi” shoot me pls)

like during thunder storms these beans run into mike and el’s room and curl up with them in the bed, just crawling all over them

and WOW mike wheeler loves his kids so much he’s always giving them cuddles and little kisses and they’ll be like “you have a dimple!” and touch his, and he’s like “so do you!” and he’ll give their dimple a lil kiss, or he’ll kiss their nose or their forehead and he just has such heart eyes for these bbys

their powers are so cool. the oldest, theodore, has like empathic powers; he can project feelings and thoughts and all that. he’ll put his lil chubby hands on their cheeks and make them feel happiness or love or whatever and it’s just so Softe

james pretty much inherited el’s powers minus the telepathy, but he’s such a mischievous little shit he pretty much uses them exclusively to annoy people. he’ll levitate mike’s keys over his head when he’s looking for them or levitate HIMSELF and mike is like “oh my god get down” and jamie’s like “lol no way”

sarah is a super genius and she’s really insecure about not having any tangible powers, but by six she’s in like fourth grade it’s insane she’s so smart, she learns French in like a week. one day she’s bullied and called a freak and she comes home crying and mike curls up in bed with her and he’s like “listen you’re so smart and you’re gonna go so far and I don’t care if you’re a plumber i’ll be proud of you” and wow how cute

and el literally like, cannot stop poking her kids tummies and peppering their cheeks with kisses. sometimes after long days she’ll just kinda collapse on the couch and oh here comes a lil cuteball, curling up with her and poking her cheek all “hi i missed you” and she’s like “i missed you too” and skdhdjjdfn

giving them baths is a nightmare because there’s sarah with her hair in a soap horn and jamie’s making water bubbles and theo’s like The Most Innocent, just giggling and playing with his rubber duckies kill me it’s so soft

they’re just the softest little family i’m dyin call 911

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo, White Noise (via the-book-diaries)

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPah8hxFTaM)

If you want to cure boredom, be curious. If you’re curious, nothing is a chore; it’s automatic – you want to study. Cultivate curiosity, and life becomes an unending study of joy.

Tony Robbins (via lazyyogi)

“You can have it all, Lord Every part of my world Take this life and breathe on This heart that is now Yours”

Have It All by Brian Johnson  (Bethel Music) 

I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.

Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via the-book-diaries)

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12/03/2018

Stranger Things + audio description 1.06 = You saved me. Do you understand? You saved me.

Lying on the ground, Eleven stares tearfully at Mike, who crouches beside her. Dried blood under both nostrils, her lips quiver with emotion. Her mouth tightens, and Mike pulls her off the ground into a hug. As Mike and Eleven embrace, Dustin kneels down and wraps his arms around both of them. Eleven nuzzles her face against Mike’s shoulder and closes her eyes. Shaded by the towering rock wall, the three kids kneel beside the sunny edge of the quarry, holding each other close.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (via the-book-diaries)

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via the-book-diaries)

But it didn’t break me. Nothing can break me unless I let it.

Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl (via the-book-diaries)

Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.

Graham Greene, Ways Of Escape (via the-book-diaries)

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via the-book-diaries)

Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought that no one but myself …

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via the-book-diaries)

…At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair (via the-book-diaries)