Im Sorry But The Sunset Is Serving Literal Cunt Today I Just Had To Post It Somewhere

i’m sorry but the sunset is serving literal cunt today i just had to post it somewhere

i’m analysing my state through this winter and spring and i can confirm that i am in fact a plant and i need the sun to function decently

i would catch a bullet for my italian literature professor. no doubt. she is an angel

it is so weird to say that a person on the internet who i don’t know in real life has been a big part of this year for me. but this is because of your beautiful (and also genius, amazing and unique) fanfictions that i have found this year and i am actually so grateful for them because they mean a lot to me and i absolutely love reading them!

also this is the cutest idea! i wish you the loveliest christmas!!

🎄 fandom christmas cards 🎄

hi! so it's officially been about a year since i've been a part of milex tumblr, and honestly i just could not be more grateful for all joy, solace, and escapism being part of this little community has brought me over the last twelve months 💜

i always think of christmas as a time for showing appreciation for the people you care about (whether that's through gifts, spending time together, sending cards etc), and i wanted to do something to show my appreciation for all of you here who make this little space what it is ✨ something i love to do each year for people irl is make them christmas cards - and i thought i could maybe do a virtual version of that here to spread some festive cheer and express how thankful i am for this community that's just been such a gift in my life this year 💖

so, if you'd like to receive a virtual fandom christmas card from me with a handwritten note, then please reblog/leave a comment on this post and i'll send one through your ask box before christmas! 🥰

this! is my favorite thing, just people being people

The Hague, Netherlands: Spanish street musician Borja Catanesi and the 68 year old dancer from The Hague mr Roland Parijs

sometimes i love people so much.

like in the moments when the sun goes out after a long winter and everyone needs to go outside as if we all were pretty little plants.

or when we hear music on the street and start to look for where it comes from, listening to it or even dancing.

i love people when we drop our shells, our heavy armor in the moments of pure joy and become our real selves, when we bond with each other and love every stranger we meet.

just a little sensitive note.