#forties forte

[foreverblondie23]

[ragazzoarcano]

“Non diventa

più facile.

Diventi

più forte.”

— Lauren Gleisberg

[evadingreallife]

AAA CERCASI che libro faccio leggere a mia nonna di 92 anni che non credo abbia mai letto nulla in vita sua se non le riviste helppp

[serenamatroia]

[sentofight]

"Swimming ... " can't she just enjoy her time outside of the water, and not inside of it?

[michaelcerasofficial]

Hidden fort in Ilha dos Mantimentos, Paraty, Brazil

[extrasardegnaabbandonata]

L’ultima grande fortezza militare abbandonata dell’Arcipelago de La Maddalena, che ci accingiamo ora a raccontare, è l’Opera Punta Rossa.

[oracleoutlook]

Guys,

[stilouniverse]

Il Forte delle Marze

Sorge sul litorale tra Castiglione della Pescaia e Marina di Grosseto. Oggi presenta l’aspetto di un edificio residenziale, una grande villa sul mare, anche se dell’antico apparato rimane la struttura quadrangolare con base a scarpa le cui pareti, ai livelli inferiori sono rivestite in pietra e a quelli superiori in laterizio. Molti i rifacimenti odierni come la loggia che copre la bella terrazza…

[nikolamga]

Один день. Лиепая. Северные форты. LIEPAJA. Autumn. Northern Forts. Ziem...

[foreverblondie23]

[rtswagger]

Hidden fort in Ilha dos Mantimentos, Paraty, Brazil

[sugarinesssims]

Hidden fort in Ilha dos Mantimentos, Paraty, Brazil

[volperr]

Hidden fort in Ilha dos Mantimentos, Paraty, Brazil

[greathelp]

Hidden fort in Ilha dos Mantimentos, Paraty, Brazil

[murdrdocs]

exhausting nights where abby’s little fist knocks on the door and mike wakes first, peering over your shoulder through bleary eyes to see abby standing in the doorway, shrunken in on herself.

for a second, with the only lighting coming from abby's ajar bedroom door across the hall, mike doesn't recognize her. his body floods with fear, up until she speaks.

“i had a nightmare,” she explains, one hand holding her blanket and the other bunched up in her pajama pants.

mike sighs, head hitting the pillow as he fights off sleep. “it wasn’t real. go back to sleep.” you stir in your sleep and mike pulls you closer, trying to prevent you from waking up, too.

“but mike, it felt real. please, can i just sleep in here? please?” and mike feels like a jackass when he grumbles out a “no”. but she really can’t sleep in here. the floor is too uncomfortable and mike bed can barely hold both of you comfortably.

he feels even more like an asshole whenever you turn around and say, “i’ll go sleep in your room with you, abs.”

you slip out of bed, leaning over to press a kiss to mikes forehead, and then mike is watching you leave his room in abby’s shadow.

he falls back to sleep, a little cold and a lot lonely, and when he reopens his eyes only forty five minutes have passed. he can’t get a full nights sleep knowing you’re in the same house as him but not in his arms, so he slips out of his bed, taking the comforter and a pillow with him, and tiptoes into abby’s room.

you’re squeezed on the bed with her, laying on your back. he thinks you’re asleep, but then your head turns softly whenever you hear the door creak open. mike walks around to your side of the bed, trying his best to avoid the lego pieces and the creaks.

he places the comforter and pillow on abby’s bay window before approaching you, his eyes already starting to close as soon as he smells your body wash.

“what’re you doing in here?” you whisper to him.

“was gone too long. i can’t sleep without you.”

you smile, a little lopsided and lazy, but your face displays what mike assumes is something akin to appreciation. “abby made me promise to stay the entire night.”

and the same feeling reflects into mikes body. he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. “can you come sleep in the fort with me? you’ll still be with her.”

so you and mike end up smooshed in a fort fit for a ten year old and definitely not two adults, but you make it work.