crying every time i look to this photo

things that are still laced with you:

1) my playlists. I have so many songs written in notebooks and saved on my computer that remind me of your brown eyes or your laugh. they all have our songs in them, the ones we shared with each other and the ones we found together. sometimes when I feel empty, i’ll listen to them and let myself cry, just so at least my chest is filled with sadness than nothing at all.

2) my sweaters. every time I slip one over my head I can feel your arms and a whisper as light as air. you always said I looked particularly adorable in those hoodies, the way they were too long for my arms and how they hung loose past my hips. they still smell like you from when it was raining too hard and we’d cuddle to pass the cold. i’m just afraid that my sweaters will always feel like you, and nothing else.

3) my photo gallery. I still have the pictures we took on dates and the selfies we took at parties, still high off of the adrenaline and laughter. they come in groups, taking stabs at my heart as I scroll past them in my photos, I can’t bring myself  to delete them, they make me too happy before my ribs start to crack. I wonder if you’ve already deleted them off of your phone.

4) the box in my drawer. we both away went to opposites ends of the country, and we were so in love that we needed a way to hang onto each other. we wrote to each other in notebooks to give at the end of the ten days. we never got around to exchanging them so the wrinkled pages are sitting in an empty chocolate box you got me for Valentine’s Day last year in my desk drawer. The pins and figurines you gave me as presents sit there as well, too painful to look at yet to beautiful to throw away.

—  things that are still laced with you
Me at BTS concert

I was kinda behind so I was seeing them at the screen at first, but then I got closer to the stage and I was fine and all
and I couldn’t stop until the end of the concert

sleepyheliolisk replied to your post “I only thing I love more than drawing my OTP swing dancing is drawing…”

Ohhhh imagine Up with Sycamore and Lysandre and theres a montage of their lives and them growing old in a house they built themselves and they dance around and they’re happy but then like in /that/ scene in Up, Sycamore passes away before Lysandre and he’s heartbroken :’(

I’m not even joking when I say this, I have tears in my eyes. “Up” makes me cry every single time I watch it and perfworld makes me super emotional too! 

Lysandre finally looking through the photo album and he realizes that Augustine loved every moment they spend together, that he had the kind of future he dreamed of…

These are good tears

Name: Nikolina

Age: 17

Location: Walsall, UK, but home is Hamburg, Germany

Occupation: Student


The green photo album is a good bye present of my best friend @norwegiannorbert from when I left to go live in the UK for ten months in August. It is filled with all the memories and feelings that make our friendship so irreplaceable and just makes me laugh and smile and cry a bit every time I look through it and is very close to my heart. The little watercolor box used to belong to my grandfather who died in 2012. He and my mum “taught” me the passion for painting and every time I draw I feel connected to them in some way and can simply forget about everything around me and get completely lost in time. The owl was also some kind of parting gift of my mum and has helped me a lot through some homesick nights so far letting me cling on to her as if my life depends on it. The polaroids represent my friends who I’m incredibly thankful for. My old ones from back home but also the new ones from all across the world I was lucky enough to get to know in the last couple of months. The little succulent, Juliet, is representative for my love for gardening and everything nature.

psychodelicategirl replied to your photo: “Altar shots!”:

I loooooooove this!!! Your home is a mystical hollow!

Thank you again for sending me that sword!! It’s so perfect, I almost cry a little bit every time I look at it :’)

Also, in looking at those photos again I just realized two things: one, that my altar is dusty as fuck and I sincerely need to clean my apartment more thoroughly, and two, maybe I should have mentioned the Calico Critters because they’re a constant fixture of my satanic sabbath settings 


“I should look at photo books…”

“R-Really!? I always save those to enjoy for last…I-It might be good to enjoy those from the start every now and then! All right, let’s hurry and look for them. We’d better find some that are overflowing with fluffiness!”

It looks like she had a really good time. 

what i’m gathering so far is that peko spends a significant amount of time looking at pictures of animals and possibly crying