it's that kind of day where you feel light hearted and the air feels chilly and there isn't any sun out yet and your flowers bloomed and your playlist shuffles just in the right way and the air smells sweet and the tap water is cold and you like the chapter you're reading and you're talking to people you genuinely care about and you think of all the people out there and wish they could feel this incredible feeling you're feeling.
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“There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.”
- G. K. Chesterson
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Recently I was on a trip to the beach, saw this while walking down there (the first one is the original). It was just so beautiful to me, I couldn’t not share it. I guess, well, this is your much needed sign to appreciate the little things and people around you at all times. 💜
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just thinking about logan who hasn't been touched for decades and doesn't know how to do it non-violently anymore... he's basically a hissing kitty mess, and wade ends up being the only one who can deal with it thanks to his healing factor and his inability to keep his hands off handsome old men, so eventually logan just... rolls with it? and turns out he's not only surprisingly okay with that, but also into it So Much, just imagine him completely obliterated at the fact that he enjoys touching wade. holding his hand. GODDAMN CARESSING HIM.
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purple hawke who, at malcolm's death, lost not only a father, a mentor, the single most stable and safe point in their world up until this moment. but also the only person in their life who would consistently, gleefully 'yes, and — ' them. the loss, in one fell swoop, of both a beloved parent and your sole willing — no, not only willing, enthusiastic — improv partner. truly, the most unkindest cut of all that the maker could have seen fit to deal. (there's always so much less laughter in the house, after malcolm's gone.)
and then after all the horrors of the blight and trying to make a new life in the shithole turned shithome of kirkwall....... they meet varric. and something that's been slumbering deep within their soul dries a tear of relief and joy and whispers 'oh we are so back'. and they are so right
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Fall in love with the process of leveling yourself up.
Try new things
Hiking
Piano lessons
Painting
Pottery class
Solo dates
Museums
Yoga
Vlogs/youtube
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