love and circumstance

BEAUTIFUL

beauty is pain,
ugly is embrace,

be masochistic, or embrace your ugly,
either which way, you are you, and that is beautiful, you will find love no matter the circumstances, this much I assure you

- xxxtentacion

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The one who existed beforehand waking from a long and terrible nightmare. Reorienting to the daylight and the world as it existed before he first closed his eyes, letting the memory of the nightmare fade away.

Often I have heard people say, ‘How good God is! We prayed that it would not rain for our church picnic, and look at the lovely weather!’ Yes, God is good when He sends good weather. But God was also good when He allowed my sister, Betsie, to starve to death before my eyes in a German concentration camp. I remember one occasion when I was very discouraged there. Everything around us was dark, and there was darkness in my heart. I remember telling Betsie that I thought God had forgotten us. ‘No, Corrie,’ said Betsie, ‘He has not forgotten us. Remember His Word: “For as the heavens are high above the earth, so great is His steadfast love toward those who fear Him.” There is an ocean of God’s love available—there is plenty for everyone. May God grant you never to doubt that victorious love—whatever the circumstances.
—  Corrie Ten Boom
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Good afternoon! Here’s my spread for the first week of July. I don’t know why it’s so pink but I guess i was just feeling like it. 😂 Really loved the quote I found for this spread too! Because it’s pink I decided to use a quote about love ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ 

here’s how it goes: “I believe in the immeasurable power of love; that true love can endure any circumstance and reach across any distance.”


 Also, go check out my instagram and youtube channel if you’d like to. ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

joe not going to the gleam party upset me in more ways than one, all i wanted was fucking content of the boys that wasn’t at a club ffs

tHEY🗣WERE🗣GOING🗣TO🗣SHARE 🗣A🗣TENT

drunk sugg

LEON AND JOE DANCE BATTLE

hq jaspar and joeck content im talking jealousy and awkward third wheeling kids (mainly by josh bless him)

PICTURES OF THE OG BRIT CREW

one extra set of vlog and snapchats and insta stories

potential pranks and midnight lols in the same tent??????

and we missed it ALL


@ joseph why u gotta procrastinate and not sign the books on time !!!! says i while typing this when i have a test to study for

i’m about to go Off if i see one more person say “she deserves better!” and then erase a woman to make a m/m relationship

  • Head of Royal Guard: Private Kururugi, take this and execute the terrorist.
  • Suzaku: But...he's not a terrorist! He's my boyfriend!
  • -+-
  • *FAST-FORWARD*
  • -+-
  • Suzaku: *shoots Zero's mask off*
  • Lelouch: [quickly] Remember that I'm your boyfriend, so you can't execute me!
AUs im an absolute slut for

- fake dating
- one of them DOESNT KNOW THEYRE DATING
- broke up before the fic but clearly still love each other
- urban magic/fantasy
- dystopian soulmate AUs (or soulmate AUs where one or both of them is against the idea of soulmates)

theamiableanachronism  asked:

#2 for Jancy?

On a Saturday in 1985, Karen and Ted Wheeler leave Hawkins for the city; Ted has a conference, and it’s been ages since they’ve been out together, so they decide to spend the night at a fancy hotel, killing two birds with one stone.

Nancy doesn’t want to think about what they’ll do in that hotel. Neither, agrees, does Mike. And so for the first hour they spend their time building a gigantic fort in the living room to distract themselves. But it’s too big for just the three of them.

“I’ll call the rest,” Mike announces. He runs off, leaving his sisters alone to add finishing touches.

An hour or so later, the house is full of kids, but they’re over so often Nancy isn’t remotely fazed.

Will and El are the last to arrive, with Jonathan in tow. Nancy opens the door, heart pounding in her ears. The two boys are dressed in contrast shirts and jeans, while Eleven wears a striped shirt and a pair of overalls. Will breezes past her, as per usual, dragging El along. Jonathan lingers.

“I should—”

“Stay,” Nancy says, more forceful than she means to be. Her voice softens. “You should stay. Please. I… I’ve got a houseful of kids, and dinner to make—”

Jonathan steps forward, hands in his pockets and a small smile on his face. “You’re telling me that you, Nancy the monster slayer, can’t handle a bunch of thirteen year-olds?”

Nancy leans against the doorframe, smirking. “I can handle one monster,” she says. “Six of them? Not so much.”

Jonathan nods, still smiling. The air between them seems to buzz. “Come on.” She grabs his hand and pulls him inside, past the loud kids playing D&D in the fort; past the laughter and the lingering looks.

The kitchen smells of cookies her mother baked before she left. Nancy begins to rifle through the cupboards.

“So…” Jonathan circles the island. “What’re we making?”

“Pizza,” Nancy announces, pulling out tomato sauce. She holds it out, and Jonathan’s eyes brim with disbelief.

That’s how, fifteen minutes later, they end up covered in speckles of flour and laughing until they cry. Nancy has a stripe of sauce under her eye, and they’ve spilled the cheese everywhere.

It’s a mess. An absolute mess, and her mom is totally going to kill her, but Jesus Christ in this light Jonathan Byers is beautiful and she can’t help but stare.

“Jon,” she whispers, laughter dying on her lips. “Thanks.”

“For what?” He chuckles, still not getting it — not understanding that she can’t even breathe. “Totally trashing your dinner?”

“It’s your dinner too,” she replies automatically.

That’s when he looks. Something in her tone must have conveyed it. His eyes are wide, and their faces are inches apart. “Nancy,” he whispers, voice sort of heavy, sort of light, like the night the demogorgon came. When she held his hand in her own and decided that she loved him.

She kisses him. She makes the move, because he never would. Of course he wouldn’t. Her arms slip around his waist, and his (floury and calloused and warm) tangle through her hair. Her whole body feels like it’s on fire, and her knees are weak.

“Gross!”

At the sound of Dustin’s voice, they spring apart.

“Oh my god,” Will is standing just behind him, eyes wide.

Jonathan’s face is on fire, and suddenly Nancy is laughing more than she has in a while.

“Let’s order pizza,” she says, after she’s caught her breath. Under the counter, her hand is still in Jonathan’s; laced together, and throbbing.

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Making History | 1.03

The definition of friends.