love these things * *

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Bonus:

cute date idea: i sleep over and you wake up to the sound of me baking brownies and singing along to the radio in the morning. i’m wearing your t-shirt, which looks like a dress on me. we dance and cook together, stopping only to smear brownie batter on each other’s faces and look at each other with love and laughter in our eyes. this is happiness.

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— “Only couples and pigeons come to the park on a holiday!”

on my first date with happiness,
i decided i had enough of
oversized black tshirts and loose black jeans
so i threw on a yellow sundress,
which i found after passing through my closet
like a raging hurricane;
as always, i was running late.

on my first date with happiness,
i decided i was going to let her
fall in love with my natural self
so i put down my concealer, mascara, lipstick and eyeliner.
and i ornament myself with rings and necklaces,
a spray of flowery, sweet perfume.

on my first date with happiness,
i decided i was going to let her in
so i told her my everything,
i was afraid, of course but
i knew i would have to, at least,
give her a chance
to get to know me,
i would have to give my tired self a chance
to stop being a fucking liar.

on my first date with happiness,
i said:
“hey, my name is sadness. but
i want to learn to be happy again.”

on my first date with happiness,
i let a little bit of life
reach my insides
after a whole long time
of having myself
against myself.

—  on my first date with happiness.
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“fluff!” based on recent official art

we have (almost) the same coat;;; he’s missing out on the pom poms ;v;

photoshoot pictures taken by@/jacki.shi on instagram!

STUFF THAT PASS THROUGH AN INTJ’S MIND - AS ACTUAL THOUGHTS OF MINE

Recently I’ve decided to start writing down some of my most common thoughts. Here they are.

  • “Okay, how do I people?” *tries to people* “Nope that’s not it.”
  • “I need to be less salty.” *does something salty* “Nevermind.”
  • “Make one more ignorant statement bitch, I double dare you.“
  • *walks into chemistry class* *sighs in relief* “Finally.”
  • “I NEED TO PLAN FOR THIS.”
  • “That’s not logical.”
  • “It doesn’t matter how powerful you are. If you’re ignorant, I won’t follow your orders.”
  • “I hope my face doesn’t look like murder right now.”
  • “I don’t need affection.” *someone I care about shows me affection* “Oooh my goodness…”
  • “How can I criticise this?”
  • “How can I improve this?”
  • *wakes up from daydream* “How long has it been…?”.
  • “How can I be more sarcastic?”
  • “How do I show them I care without them knowing that I care?”
  • “Well that was… redundant.”
  • “Too. Many. People.”
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of you heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
—  Andrea Gibson (via sensualquotes)
romeo and juliet, or something like that

steve harrington x reader

(spoilers for season 2.)

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“theatre class,” steve repeated. “are you kiddin’ me?”

“i can’t ask mike or lucas,” dustin replied, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. “but my mom… you know, she wants me to bring someone, and i thought…”

“hey, we ain’t friends,” steve hurriedly said, stepping out onto his front step and closing the front door behind him. “not a chance.”

“okay, steve, it’s time for both of us to stop pretending that you don’t love playing video games with me on friday nights and that babysitting me isn’t the best thing that’s ever happened to you. we both know it.”

this fucking kid.

“if i see one person from school -” steve began, but dustin interrupted.

“you won’t, steve.” dustin’s gaze was more serious than steve had ever seen it, and if this was about anything other than theatre classes, he’d probably be worried for his little pal. “come on. it’s bring-a-friend week. you wouldn’t let me go by myself, would you?”

steve stared down at dustin for a brief second before moving his hand up sharply to hit off his baseball hat - which landed on the front lawn - and ruffle his curly mop of hair.

“might wanna pick that up, kiddo!” steve chirped as he sprinted inside and shut the door before dustin could flip him off.

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1455. Married For Christmas

This is called “Married For Christmas.” Take me to do a pizza and then maybe we can talk dreams to each other maybe. 

She met him “online.” 

        It had been a while since she had been “intimate.” He said he worked at a “law firm.” She liked how he said certain “words.” Their third date they had “ice cream.” They met “families.” They “said” I love you.       

        May I use your yard to burn some “things”? he asked her one day. 

        She, being in “love,” said: Yes please.

        The next day he came over to her place and built a large fire pit in the middle of her yard. She thought this was “odd,” but thought he must really need this. 

         She watched him throw many “things” into the fire. The fire got big. One “thing” she saw him throw in the fire was a large and heavy trash bag. He had to heave it into the fire.  

          What are these “things”? she asked him.

          These are “nothing,” he said. I’m a “new” “man.” 

          She could feel the fire get hotter. I love “you,”he said. Will you “marry” me?  

          Even after the fire died down and she could see the scorched bits of bones in the pit in her yard, she said, “Yes.”